Read Lies My Girlfriend Told Me for Free Online

control. Or I am.
    Even with the directions, I get lost between Boulder and Longmont and it takes me more than an hour to get to Twin Peaks. I race to the theater entrance. When I check my watch it’s 5:10. Shit. I’m never late.
    Swanee is. Was. She was always late, so maybe LT won’t have left yet.
    A movie must have just ended because people are swarming out of the lobby. There’s a line at the ticket window, andpeople are waiting to buy refreshments. How will I ever find her?
    I scan the crowd, searching for a clue. She’s a girl. Duh. Is she around my age? She sends texts in Spanish, so is she Hispanic? That eliminates maybe a quarter of the people here. This is impossible. I should’ve made a sign to hold up: LT, ARE YOU LOOKING FOR SWANEE DURBIN?
    Hold on. How dumb. Maybe there’s a picture of her on Swanee’s cell. I dig it out of my bag and scroll through her pages and pages of pics. One in particular catches my eye. It’s Joss exposing her breasts. Yikes! I should probably delete it, but Swanee must’ve had a reason for keeping it on there.
    The only other pictures left on her phone are of herself and Joss, acting silly, in crazy outfits. There isn’t even one of me. That isn’t right. I know she took dozens of pictures of us together. Why would she have deleted them all?
    Swanee said I was the most beautiful person she knew, but maybe she meant on the inside.
    I stand across from the theater against the mirrored wall until the crowd thins. Until there’s only a handful of people. Two girls are sitting on a bench acting as if they’re waiting for someone. They look like they might be in high school. I approach, clearing my throat.
    “Um, Liana?” I say to the closest one. “LT?”
    They halt their conversation midsentence and gawk at me. No, they’re too young. More like middle schoolers, just wearing dark, heavy makeup. LT could be younger, I think.
    The two get up and head off down the mall, talking and giggling.
    I check out every passerby. She wouldn’t be passing by. She’d be waiting.
    A dark-haired girl in a short skirt and layered tops is standing just inside the lobby, by the video games. The hairs on the back of my neck tingle. That’s her. I know it.
    I take two steps toward her, and then stop. A sudden bout of shyness paralyzes me. I can’t do this.
    The girl, LT, texts on her cell and Swan’s phone pings in my bag.
    There’s a Piercing Pagoda a few yards down the mall, so I duck around the cart to read her message.
Where are you? I’ve been waiting over an hour
    How long will she wait for Swanee? I wonder. Until she knows the truth, she’ll be waiting the rest of her life.
    Why didn’t I have Joss call and convey the news to Liana before she left for Hawaii to “regroup”? She obviously knows her. Or is she just jerking me around? I can’t do it. I hurry down the mall, through the food court, and out the exit. All the way home, I hear Swan’s cell pinging. At a McDonald’s, I stop to use the restroom. While I’m in the stall, I read her messages.
Where were you? I waited an hour and a half. Why are you doing this to me?
I stare at the message for a long time, and then text:
Sorry. Ran out of gas
She texts back:
You might’ve called and told me that!
    Good. She’s mad. Maybe now she’ll stop calling and this nightmare will be over.
    At home I find the CD from Swanee’s room sitting on my player and slide it in. The first song makes my head spin.
    “Livin’ la Vida Loca.”
    “Alix?” Mom opens my door. “Dinner’s ready. And by the way, thanks for doing the laundry.”
    She leaves. That was definitely sarcasm.
    I slide into my seat at the table and say, “I’m sorry. I started the laundry, and then forgot.”
    “Where did you go for three hours?” Dad asks.
    “It wasn’t that long.” Was it? I think fast. “To church. I thought praying might help.”
    That shuts Mom and Dad up. Wow. If lying is an SAT category, I’m going to ace it. We eat in silence,