eclecticmuses September prompt: Liar, liar pants on fire.
"Pants on fire!" Christopher's voice rang out, followed by a peal of laughter.
James scowled at his younger brother and gave his head a rough shove, making him stumble away. "Shut up, I'm not lying."
None of the other boys believed him, though. They'd been dubious to begin with but the way that Chris denied him with such confidence seemed to set their opinions in stone. There was no way that skinny, brainy James Wilson had gotten the most popular girl in their class to make out with him in his parents' basement. Not a chance in the world! It was hard enough for them to believe that she'd even been in his house to begin with. After all, Charlotte was pretty smart herself. Why would she have needed any help with homework? And that was what James had told them her excuse for coming over had been. On top of that, he was only eleven -- a whole year younger than the rest of them! Charlotte definitely wouldn't be interested in such a little kid.
James really hadn't even meant to tell them. It just kind of slipped out when Tom Kenny started bragging about how he was the only one of the group who'd gotten any action. What was he supposed to do, let Tom get away with being cooler than everybody else, like always? Definitely not. Not when he could prove that Tom wasn't so special in this case.
But it backfired. The group walked away, laughing at James' attempt to "lie." He was certain they'd end up teasing Charlotte about it. Then she'd get mad at him for telling and she'd stop talking to him. The guys would think she was mad because he'd made up stories and they wouldn't stop teasing him. He couldn't imagine a worse situation.
James watched the other boys walking away and then rounded on Chris. "Why'd you say I was lying?" he asked angrily. "You know I wasn't. You even caught us at it!"
"That wasn't kissing!" Chris said earnestly. "She was trying to eat your tongue!"
James just gaped at his little brother in dismay.
liar liar || 355 words || k+
James scowled at his younger brother and gave his head a rough shove, making him stumble away. "Shut up, I'm not lying."
None of the other boys believed him, though. They'd been dubious to begin with but the way that Chris denied him with such confidence seemed to set their opinions in stone. There was no way that skinny, brainy James Wilson had gotten the most popular girl in their class to make out with him in his parents' basement. Not a chance in the world! It was hard enough for them to believe that she'd even been in his house to begin with. After all, Charlotte was pretty smart herself. Why would she have needed any help with homework? And that was what James had told them her excuse for coming over had been. On top of that, he was only eleven -- a whole year younger than the rest of them! Charlotte definitely wouldn't be interested in such a little kid.
James really hadn't even meant to tell them. It just kind of slipped out when Tom Kenny started bragging about how he was the only one of the group who'd gotten any action. What was he supposed to do, let Tom get away with being cooler than everybody else, like always? Definitely not. Not when he could prove that Tom wasn't so special in this case.
But it backfired. The group walked away, laughing at James' attempt to "lie." He was certain they'd end up teasing Charlotte about it. Then she'd get mad at him for telling and she'd stop talking to him. The guys would think she was mad because he'd made up stories and they wouldn't stop teasing him. He couldn't imagine a worse situation.
James watched the other boys walking away and then rounded on Chris. "Why'd you say I was lying?" he asked angrily. "You know I wasn't. You even caught us at it!"
"That wasn't kissing!" Chris said earnestly. "She was trying to eat your tongue!"
James just gaped at his little brother in dismay.
liar liar || 355 words || k+