"You fooled me once with your eyes, now, honey,

You fooled me twice with your lies, and I say,

Sarah smiles like Sarah doesn't care,

She lives in her world, so unaware.

Does she know that my destiny lies with her?"

-Panic at The Disco, Sarah Smiles

I do not own Sarah Smiles or any of its lyrics.

(You guys should really check that song out. Idk about you guys but it reminds me of G and Frisk a lot, hint, hint. Any other P!ATD fans there? ;3)

A/N: Hehe. This chapter is pretty... fast-paced. But, I mean, what's a high school without drama, right?

I got up with a start and rubbed my neck, looking around. I was on the couch with a soft throw over me. I didn't remember falling asleep there, so I figured G had put me here and left. I poured myself a box of cereal and some orange juice. I poured in the milk and slowly began to eat the cereal, stopping every once in a while, to take a swig of orange juice. Once I finished, I set my plate and cup in the sink and headed to the bathroom and brushed my teeth. I spritzed myself with perfume, combed out my hair and headed outside, backpack in hand.

I almost wasn't surprised to see G in the lobby walking out the double doors.

"Hey, wait up!" I quickly yelled. He turned and smiled I jogged up to him.

"Hey, doll face," he said, turning to me.

"Hi, G," I said. "Are you going to Fukufire's party tonight?"

"Yea. Are ya coming too?" he reached into his pocket for his motorcycle keys.

"Yep, I'm like really excited. It's my first time going laser tagging in a long time," I rambled.

"Same," he said blankly, probably because of how early it was.

"I may be a little rusty but I'm going to totally annihilate you in laser tagging," I stated, pumping my fist in the air.

"Dream on, sweetheart." He smirked at me, patting the seat on his motorcycle. He got on and as per usual, I wrapped my arms around his waist snuggly and then he sped off towards our campus.

I looked around, slightly dizzy and realized we were at school already. He must've teleported instead of just driving, I figured. I saw some girls chatting on the front steps, and they looked at me like I had two heads when they saw me on his motorcycle. Huh, I guess this is the first time we've been on time, and people saw us on the bike together. I paid no attention to their questioning stares, fixing my hair. I thanked him briefly and got off, quickly heading to my locker to check what my first period was. I didn't want to deal with them at that minute.

"English? Ugh. It had to be first thing in the morning, and on a Friday!" I grumbled to myself, emptying out the books I didn't need for that class in my locker. I like English, I really do! I just don't have the most energy in the morning to take a test. I turned the corner and was met with my two newfound best friends, Fukufire and Eliza. They were talking by the door to the science room. I went up to them. They seemed to be talking about the party taking place tonight.

"Hey guys," I grinned.

"Hi Frisk," Eliza smiled softly, strangely less energetic than usual. I guessed she was just tired since it was early in the morning and all.

"Frisk! Finally, I've been dying to see you! You're coming to my party, tonight right?" Fukufire asked, her face lighting up.

"Of course! Wouldn't miss it for the world," I exclaimed, my grin growing.

"Literally our whole school is going, you better not miss it!" She joked, nudging me. "Besides, all the hot guys are going! Nick, Kyle-" she began before Eliza interrupted her, her eyes twinkling. I snickered, knowing that she was only exaggerating.

"They're all such players, we can do better. Besides, we've never even talked to them," Eliza countered, frowning slightly.

"Awh, come on Eliza, you know I was only joking. Can't you have a little fun, come on! Just imagine with me guys," she squints her eyes as if she could see what she was imagining "Frisk, you and Kyle are at a fancy restaurant, and he leans in and you guys-" she began before I waved her hands quickly.

"Ew! Fuku! Come on, he's not my type. Besides I already have a crush," I said, trying to get her to stop talking about the guys, as they were approaching. I didn't actually have a crush, at least not yet, it was just a last effort to get her to stop talking. It failed because .03 seconds later she began squealing quietly.

"A crush? Who? Who? Whooo! Tell me, please? Please, please pleaseee? I won't tell a soul, promise!" Fuku scrambled after me.

"Can we do this after English? If we talk about this anymore I think I'm going to lose many much-needed brain cells," I told her. She laughed and nodded. I felt someone bump into my shoulder, and when I looked up I saw, G who shot me a knowing wink before heading into the classroom. My face warmed up a bit, wondering if he had heard the last bit about having a crush.

"What an ass!" Eliza growled.

"I know," I mumbled and looked down at a certain spot on G's... back as G walked through the doorway.

"Frisk?! Ew not like that!"

"Pff, I was only joking," I recovered quickly.

"I don't know Frisk, you guys looked pretty comfortable when you were riding to school on his motorcycle," Eliza smirked. How did she know that? I don't recall seeing her in front of the school. I clenched my fist, trying not to let the warmth flood back onto my face.

"Oh! And last night you two going out to get ice cream together. So cute," Eliza quipped, grinning. The redness flushed back onto my face, remembering last night.

"Guys, seriously!? I just said that I don't like him like that!" Eliza and Fuku shook their heads, whispering something to each other before giggling. My face only turned redder. "I-I'm going inside," I said, with a huff before briskly turning and heading inside the classroom.

Fukufire just giggled and shook her head, leading us to a table of three. The bell rang before I could get a word out to my friends and we settled down in our seats. A familiar stringent smell trailed its way up to my lungs. I sniffed the air gently, trying to figure out the smell. I turned around and was met by that cool black jacket I had worn once upon a time. I realized the smell was originating from the cigar that hung lazily out of G's ajar jaw.

He had his feet kicked up on his desk and was leaning back on his chair so that it teetered alone on two legs. Before I could question his reckless behavior, my eyes trailed to the teacher that stood in front of the class. It wasn't our usual teacher, I realized, it was a substitute!

I turned around to see several students chewing gum, on their phones or had headphones on under their hoodies.

G tossed aside his smoke but kept his stance as the teacher handed out our exams. She explained the directions briefly and I began.

I scrawled down the last two answers looking up quickly to check the clock. There were only ten minutes left of class, so I checked over my test for a few minutes before handing it to the teacher just before the bell rang. I strolled outside with only Fuku at my side, blabbering on about the party. I wasn't paying attention though, as my eyes were fixated on Eliza, who was whispering something to a group of girls. They looked at me, and then at G and then me again and giggled.

If she's going to spread rumors, at least don't make it obvious, and don't do it in front of me, I thought to myself, shaking my head.

"What's wrong?" Fuku asked concerned, seeing me staring at the group of girls.

"Nothing," I lied to her, and gripped my backpack a bit tighter as the group of girls continued to stare at me, their carefree smiles and laughs now gone, and death glares replacing them.

"Oh, well. If it's about the party, there's no need to be nervous. I'll with you if anything happens," she grinned at me. She actually believed my lie? I thought. It was the first time I had lied to a close friend like her. I felt guilty, but then I also felt kind of... good. I shook off the feeling and swore never to lie again unless absolutely necessary.

"Thanks," I said instead of telling her the real reason why. I didn't want to weigh her down with my problem. Especially not today, of all days, her birthday. She was so happy...

"That's what friends are for!" She beamed at me, only making me want to shrink into a hole out of guilt. "Alright, what's next? Oooh! Art, your favorite! Let's go," she pulled me along before I could think. We breezed past everyone with her fiery hand gripped around my wrist. She let go briefly after and we were in front of the art classroom.

Thankfully, Eliza wasn't in my art class, so I could finally relax and just draw my hand off. Or so I thought. G was leaning on the wall in front of the art class and at least four girls had their eyes locked on me and him just like news cameras, ready to gobble up even a smidge of drama between us. I just frowned, turned my back to them and ignored it as we were let into the classroom. I took my seat next to Fukufire and took out my sketchbook. I smelled the familiar smell of smoke wisp around me. I turned my head to see G sitting next to me.

"Are ya okay?" he asked, frowning at my expression. I smiled softly and shook my head.

"I'm fine. Just feeling a bit nervous about the party, you know?" I lied through my teeth. Ugh, another lie. The guilty feeling, I had once upon a time came back, even worse this time. Yet I ignored it once more.

"You looked like you were going to throw up when ya entered the room earlier," he pushed.

"I didn't notice," I said softly. I locked eyes with him, determined to get him to stop pestering me. If I was going to tell someone, it would be anyone but him. He was practically the cause of the rumor I was getting sick over.

"Ya going 'ta tell me or are ya going to keep on like this?" he firmly stated, locking his eyes with mine too. The guilty feeling once again returned, but it was twenty times worse. He looked concerned. For me. How could I be lying to him? He was actually worried for me? No, I thought. He's just going to make fun of me like everyone else. He doesn't care. I mean, why would he?

"I said I'm fine, G." I voiced out, my voice suddenly firm and determined. It surprised me. It came out ruder than I meant, but I couldn't back down now, I was already in too deep. He didn't say anything, he just stared in my eyes, searching for any hint of what was wrong. My stomach turned. He looked hurt. I wanted to tell him, but I couldn't. I just couldn't. I couldn't let him know. He was only going to make it worse. I shut any feelings out from him, and simply stared back blankly.

"That's alright. If you won't tell me, I'll find out. Eventually. Ya can't hide the truth forever, some way or another it comes out, whether it's from you or someone else. So, if ya don't want me to hear it from someone else, ya are better off telling me right now."

"I'm not lying! Can't you just trust me on that?" I blurted out.

"No. Not when you looked like you had just walked through hell and came out alive when you came in here. I'm not blind, Frisk." He stated. So, he's serious. He really cares. And he used my actual name. This is bad. I shouldn't have made that face when I walked in. I knew he was in my art class, yet I didn't care. Stupid! I thought to myself, forgetting that G was still sitting there. "See? You're doing it again! You better tell me what's wrong with you by the end of the day. 'Cause trust me, I'll find out sooner or later if you don't tell me," he told me as the teacher walked in and gave us our assignment.

We had to draw someone who we loved greatly. She specified that it was supposed to be a portrait of a family member or relative, but that didn't stop some girls from mocking me with lovesick faces and pretending to faint, before laughing at me. I just stared down at my paper instead, and they stopped after they saw that I didn't care, nor see their poor attempts to anger me. Fuku nudged me softly and smirked. I rolled my eyes and smiled, her little joke making me feel a smidge bit better about this whole thing. There was a difference between what they were doing. Fuku was only playfully teasing me about the situation, but the other girls were actually making fun of me.

I flicked my eyes back onto my paper. What was I supposed to draw if I didn't remember a speck of my childhood? I decided on drawing the cute local stray dog. I decided to name him Toby, as I draw a collar around his fluffy neck. I drew his big white floppy ears and stubby little legs and finished off with my signature in the corner. I glanced over to Fukufire's paper to see her drawing Grillby with the caption 'My Brother.' Of course, they're siblings! They're the only flame monsters in the school, why wouldn't they be! I thought to myself.

"That's really good, Fuku," I told her, looking at her paper.

Her eyes gleamed, "Really? Thanks! I've always wanted to get into art, but I haven't had the time to."

"Yeah, you should get into it. It's actually really fun, and kind of calming." I told her. It was true, I had calmed down quite a bit after drawing Toby.

"Cool, maybe you could teach me sometime?" she beamed.

"Yeah, sounds good." I smiled half-heartedly. Truth be told, I wasn't completely calmed down. Lunch was already next period and I wasn't ready to deal with Eliza. I don't know if she knows I'm mad yet, but I don't want to make it totally obvious. Especially since G already suspected something was up. I couldn't let him know about this, I thought to myself, I just couldn't.

The bell rang out, interrupting my thoughts and making me jump in my seat. I half expected G to smirk and make some smart remark about how easily scared I was. But he didn't. He simply gathered his sketchbook and put his backpack over the shoulder, making sure to not face me as he did so.

Oh? So, you're giving me the cold shoulder? Well, that's okay. I didn't want to talk to you anyway. I didn't want you to joke around with me. I didn't want you to flirt with me, or make me flustered or... or... I realized that my eyes were burning. No, no, no! Don't cry don't cry don't-

"A-Are you okay? Frisk?" I heard Fuku say from behind me. I didn't think, I just bolted out of the classroom, and for the girl's bathroom. I couldn't let them see me cry, not now. I just needed a moment alone. I locked myself in the last stall and leaned against the wall. I wiped my eyes, refusing to go to lunch with puffy cheeks. Then G would get what he wanted. He did that to try and get to me. I was sure of it. I wasn't worked up just because of him though, I was upset because there were now numerous problems all because of me.
One being the rumors being spread about me by my best friend, Eliza. Secondly, G was pissed at me and refused to talk to me now. Lastly, I just ran out on Fuku and now she must be worried sick. Oh man, I hope nobody saw me.
Then I heard the bathroom door squeak open.

A/N: Hehe, I wonder who just came into the bathroom? Fukufire? Eliza? G? Find out next week:

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