A/N: Tfw the title fits perfectly with the chapter and is also a great song X3 Heheh anyways, enjoy!

As the door squeaked open three pairs of footsteps walked inside.

"Can you believe she's with G? Gross right?" A confident voice piped up. I knew that voice. It belonged to none other than Eliza Lyons, my best friend. I grimaced at my choice of words. She's not my best friend anymore, I guess.

"Frisk is with G? Impossible, she's not even that pretty." A higher pitched, more annoying voice complained. I clenched my fist.

"Yeah, unbelievable right? I saw her on G's motorcycle this morning." Another said. I peeked through the crack between the door and stall wall to see Eliza styling her hair in the mirror. After she finished, she added one last thing.

"Do you think they're secretly dating?"

The other two girls gasped as they began to sashay out of the bathroom, leaving me in awe. I gasped softly in shock, and Eliza froze in her tracks.

"What's wrong?" They asked.

"I thought I heard a rodent squeak." She commented, sneaking a glance at the stall I was in, scrunching up her nose dramatically.

The other two shrieked, "Gross! Let's go!"

"Yeah, come on," Eliza concluded, walking outside. I couldn't take it anymore I slammed my hand on the stall wall, and it left my hand red and a little numb. I rubbed my palm before unlocking the stall and running the cold water over it. I quickly pulled my sleeve lower, so it covered my palm and headed outside. I walked into the cafeteria, grabbing the grub and taking my seat at my table. The small talk went on between the group, thankfully, and Fuku looked at me worried and sat with me. At least she still cares.

"You left your things in art, so I put them in your locker, Frisk," she told me softly. Man, she was too nice for this world.

"Thanks... I-I'm sorry I walked out on you like that. I just..." I racked my mind for an explanation.

"It's alright, you don't have to tell me if you're uncomfortable." She said. I knew she wanted to know though because she looked concerned.

I looked up to see G looking at me through the side of his eye. I guessed he was gauging how long I could take without him. He'd better get comfortable because it would be a long time before I came running to him. He averted his gaze back to the group and sipped at his drink, bored. I do have to admit that being so closed off and lying to everyone wasn't enjoyable in the least bit. I sat and ate my food slowly, not paying attention to my surroundings. I hadn't yet realized that Eliza had not sat at our table.

She was at another table with two popular girls: Barb, and Sarah. Barb or Barbara was a catlike monster who was quite short at 4'11. But don't underestimate her because of her size, she could tell anyone off in about a second. Lots of people learned that the hard way though.

Sarah, however, was a wolf-like monster, who was a literal tower at 5'8. She wasn't as voiced as Barbara but knew all the drama happening-she was always the first one to hear if something juicy happened. She was the one spreading rumors about me most likely along with her tag along. They sat at their table constantly looking around to see what's happening while whispering cautiously.

I caught Eliza's eye and she quickly smiled at me, but I saw right through it. I smiled back convincingly before turning back to lock eyes with G accidentally.

He raised his eyebrows and tilted his head down slightly as if to say, are you still going to say you're fine now, huh? My smile faltered as he stared me in the eyes. He shook his head, disappointed and got up and left with Grillby. I watched him almost longingly as he walked across the cafeteria slowly with long strides. As I looked at him I realized his shoes were untied. I snickered thinking of what would happen if the cool, solemn, mysterious G happened to trip on his shoelaces and fall on his face. Pfft.

I sighed and turned back to my table, my thoughts interrupted by their talking. They were chattering on about the party and boys, mostly since Dan had left. I checked my watch and decided to get up and start heading for my baking class. Wait. My baking classes. With G, I groaned to myself as I tossed out my food and put my backpack in my locker. I strolled down the halls, humming softly to myself my favorite song. It always calmed me down.

I made my way to the baking classroom and took my assigned seat next to G, who seemed to be looking the opposite way as I walked in. He had his hood up, which also blocked me from his view. He must be really pissed off.

I set my things down nevertheless and scooted into my seat next to him. We sat in silence as the other groups around us were speaking loudly in conversation. It was odd. I'd come up with something to say, but I'd have to catch myself before I said it.

It had been a few minutes and the teacher wasn't here, and I had to admit, I was getting frustrated. I tried drawing on my hand to take my mind off of things, but no luck. Then I tried humming the tune of a good song, but still no luck. I tried doing homework, daydreaming, and reading a book but nothing took my mind off of things. Finally, I couldn't take it. I had to. I had to say something. I didn't care if I lost our little game of 'who can bear being without the other the longest.' This silence was killing me inside.

"You can't ignore me forever, you know!" I broke. I stared at him with newfound determination to get to him.

He turned. "Ya can't lie forever, ya know," he mocked me blankly. He had on that oh-so-famous poker face. I hated it right now.
I searched for something to say, but my mouth was just left agape.
"I'll tell ya what. If ya tell me what's wrong with ya by the end of the night, I'll forget about this." He bartered.
"You can't keep up this act forever," I stated, crossing my arms.
"Says the one who broke first," he puffed out a cloud of smoke in my face. I coughed and glared at him, and the side of his mouth twitched at a smirk. I fanned away the smoke and he continued with his stupid poker face. It was times like these that I wish he was not so damn tall. Why does he get to tower over me? Why can't I be all intimidating and
mysterious? I swear if he does that again I'll literally slap that smug look off his face. I was pissed for some reason. Maybe he'd really gotten to me. Well bravo to him, mission accomplished. Now what?

"Whatever," I huffed.

"Ya going to tell m-"

"Nope."

"Alright," he swiveled back around in his chair, so his back was to me, "Have it your way."

"I like it better like this anyways," I told him, and he ignored me. I crossed my arms again. I was getting even more frustrated. The teacher finally walked in.

"I-I'm so sorry," the teacher took a breath, "I totally forgot about my fifth-period class," she explained, and quickly picked up a clipboard with one of her eight hands. "Alright, it's time for me to taste your pies! They should be all done by today, baked and cooled! You have ten minutes for final touchups. After then meet me at my desk!~" She notified us. We nodded, and G went to the freezer to get the pie. I carried back some pipes of butterscotch frosting. I dumped the tools on our table and G set down the pie. It looked absolutely awful. It was burnt to a slightly black color, and half of it had cracked open. I looked up at him.

"I'll fix this... just throw it out, will ya?" he told me and vanished. I sighed and dumped the pie in the trash.

I checked my watch after a few minutes, and he was still not back. I was starting to question if he had really just left me here to get in deep trouble. It was all in his favor anyways, all he had to do was make up some pitiful excuse and the teacher would accept it, and then I'd be the one in detention. I had no pie, and he wasn't even here. Truth be told, I wasn't the best liar either. I always trusted him fairly well, but with what has been happening between us I really wasn't sure if he'd do that to me. No, I thought, he's better than that.

There was only four minutes remaining. I was starting to walk over to the trash can to extract the pie and maybe try to work with it when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I swiveled around to see G weakly smiling with a fresh pie in his hand.

"Oh, thank God you came back I thought you were going to... Um." I cut myself off, remembering that he was still mad probably, "I-I'll um get the frosting. Thanks, for uh getting the pie."

He simply nodded and set down the pie. He leaned against the cabinets for support. I felt kind of uneasy since he looked so unsteady. What had he gone through to get that pie? Geez.

I frosted the pie quickly and checked my watch. We still had two minutes. I mean it couldn't hurt. I was concerned after all. Yeah, talking to him this time doesn't count.

"Are you okay? You um don't look so good," I asked him softly.

"I'm fine," he mocked me, imitating my response from earlier in the art class.

"G, I'm being serious."

"So 'm I," he lied. I groaned in frustration. "Feelin' frustrated, huh? Well that's how I feel when ya lie to me." He commented, a bit of sadness lining his voice. I made up my mind. If I just lie, it will fix this. Right?

"Fine, I'll tell you," I lied. He stood up.

"Really?" I think he was being sarcastic.

"Yep. I've been nervous because Eliza's been acting weird lately." I said. It was partially true, at least.

"Frisk."

"What? It's partially true!" I blurted out without thinking. Well, I screwed up... again.

He facepalmed and groaned in frustration. "Why won't ya tell me? It's driving me crazy, Frisk. It hurts me when ya lie to me like that 'y know?"

"I... I just can't. I'm sorry," I tried to explain. He frowned. "G... please you have to understand." I tried.

"Oh, I understand all right," he stormed off with the pie.

"G!" I tried. He ignored me and proceeded to take the pie to the teacher's desk before I could object. He had forgotten to take the barcode off of the platter it was on. I could only hope she wouldn't notice.

"G," I whispered. Ignored. "G!" I whisper shouted.

"Geez, kid, what? I'm supposed to be ignoring ya, remember?"

"Right. But you forgot to peel off the barcode sticker. That was what I was trying to tell you," I whispered. He mumbled something before reaching for the pie. The teacher swatted his hand away quickly.

"No, no, no!~ Time is up, dear! Everyone, I need your pies here now!" The teacher announced. The groups began to head towards her desk and set down their pies. They all looked pretty delicious, but ours looked much better. I was getting sick with worry. G, however, held his poker face.

"First up is," she reached into a bag full of names, "Frisk and G's pie!" she beamed and picked it up, examining it before taking a bite. "Truly stunning, the equal use of cinnamon and butterscotch even out the other. Although they fight to out-do the other, the taste is a very nice combination of both," she commented. Pfft, how ironic.

Before setting it down she caught a glimpse of the barcode and held it with three arms to look under. She frowned. "I have to confiscate this. You're both eliminated from this baking activity for claiming other's work as yours- and quite poorly. You two have detention," she shook her head in disappointment.

"Please, Miss, it wasn't her fault I was the one who-" G tried to explain before she cut him off.

"Detention. You two. Next Period."

After that, I sulked all the way to room 101, where detention was held after school. Ah, yes, detention, two hours of sitting in a classroom doing nothing with someone who hates your guts. Fun.

I looked up at G to see his expression, but I couldn't tell because of that damn hood. We made our way into the classroom, where a teacher was waiting. We took our seats, me on one corner of the room, and him as far away as possible. I was fine with that. Kind of. The teacher left after fifteen minutes. We sat in silence until I heard him lighting a cigarette. I felt that same feeling that I had during baking class. Once again, I broke the silence.

"Are you still mad?" I blurted out.

"'M not mad. Just disappointed." He told me after a moment, still focused on his cigar, ignoring my presence completely.

"You don't understand."

"Mhmm." He hummed sarcastically.

"Listen, I don't enjoy this any more than you do. Plus, this is going to make the both of us late to the party, so I suggest you quit the act."

He froze. "I'm going to be late?" he sounded devastated. I guess parties are a big thing for him. I shrugged and nodded. He looked at me questioningly and then stood up. He continued staring at me, seemingly contemplating what he was going to do next. I fidgeted under his stare, my nerves going crazy with anticipation.

Finally, he strode over to where I sat and held out his hand lazily. "If ya want to get out of here I suggest you come with me."

A/N: Oof, another cliffhanger, don't hate me please <33 xD I think this is the last chapter where it is relatively calm. (Considering all the drama in this chapter, the next one is going to be really action-packed)
There will be some calm chapters later, but the plot picks up (and becomes more clear) after this chapter.
So, I guess you could say this part is the eye of the storm. Get ready for a heck of a laser tag party next chapter...

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