“I don't know him. I don't have a boyfriend. I-I kissed no one” I blurted, clenching tightly on the hem of my pleated skirt.
“Why did she say those things then?” he asked, his voice bellowed in the house making me flinch on my spot.
“I-I don't know, Dad. She doesn't like me and just because I had a small argument with her, she holds grudges for that” I half lied, sniffing to not let my mucus rum down.
Would he believe? It didn't sound believable though.
“Why did she claim to be your friend then?”
“To bully me. To make me look down in front of you” I uttered, feeling disgusting towards myself. What was I doing? But it was all I could think of and I definitely didn't want to get a slap from him.
“Why didn't you tell me Or your mother before? About that rogue girl giving trouble to
