Stupid, Pathetic White Lie

"More like it's a lie." she snorted turning her nose up on me.

"It is not!" I argued feeling like a child. "Both of you sit!" my mom demanded cutting Stacy off.

Why do I keep putting myself in these types of situations? Do I hate her or myself? Why must I lie? Whatever I did, it’s too late to undo that now. So I should go along with it. Great going, Sophia! You just gave yourself am even bigger headache. 

We both sat down silently, knowing better than to respond to her. "All right, no more argument," she murmured, her gaze falling on me as if I were the one to blame. I crossed my arms and bit my tongue, knowing that if I didn't, my mother would give me an earful later.

After a day of watching my mother and Stacy pore through bridal magazines and talk endlessly about the ridiculous wedding, I was exhausted and ready to retire to bed. When Stacy asked if my so-called "boyfriend" was coming to the wedding with a mocking sneer, I didn't rush over the table and hit her; instead, instead of hurting the skank like I so desperately wanted to, I whispered a yes.

"Great! Then, I guess that means you don’t mind introducing him to us. I'd love to meet this boyfriend of yours,” she said in a sickeningly sweet tone.

"You'll love him, he's perfectly charming." I lied fiddling with the hem of my dress.

"How about we have dinner tomorrow night and we can meet the guy who makes my daughter so happy?" My mother said, causing my mouth to hang open at the tiny white lie that somehow grew into a tangled mess. 

For a second I thought of confessing but as I pondered about confessing I imagined Stacy going on and on about how pathetic I was for making a guy up.

"Um… sure I'll cook for us," I smiled softly. Why did I say that? My cooking isn’t that good. I just wanna head back home.

So now I'm faced with a minor issue, or perhaps a major issue. Finding a good man for tomorrow night so I don't come across as a loser who is bitter that her younger sister is getting married before her. That's not who I am at all! 

“Look Mom, I’m tired and I just came from work. So can you please excuse me and let me go home?” I said. “Of course. Tomorrow then? When we meet your boyfriend,” she said sweetly. 

“Right…” I excused myself from the whole situation and got a cab home.

God. I really do hate myself, huh? It’s such a stupid lie. Why couldn’t I just tell the truth? Lying has cost me through so much unnecessary problems that I shouldn’t even have to deal with. 

I’m a grown adult with my own Magazine company. A company that it well known by the way and not just any magazine firm. And still, here I am, stressed about how I’m going to have to cover up a stupid white lie which is a very big deal for my mom. I most certainly wouldn’t wanna humiliate myself in front of my sister as well.

Endless problems come through my mind during the ride home in the cab. I didn’t even realize the cab driver babbling about his daughter- or was it his wife? Sorry Mr. Cab driver, I don’t care. And quite frankly, I’m exhausted and apparently very stupid and pathetic. Everyone already thinks I’m a snob anyway, so what’s the difference if God forbid another cab driver in New York City finds Sophia McAdams to be a snob.

Once I’m at my apartment building, I start fishing for my keys out of the burgundy handbag I choose for the 'girl's luncheon' I heard my phone vibrating, pulling it out I read the text Stacy sent “We’ll be there at seven. Oh! And don't forget your boyfriend”.

I tossed my phone back into my bag, grinding my teeth together. I could almost hear her giggle as she sent it. Even if I have to beg Satan himself, I'll bring a boyfriend! I grumbled internally as I pulled the right key out of the lock and heard the door open behind me.

"Good evening, gorgeous," a deep velvety voice greeted from behind me.

Ugh! Of course, just in time to make this day worse! My roommate, who I’m pretty sure is actually related to Satan himself, makes this day even more irritating.

"How many times have I told you not to call me by those stupid nicknames, Ethan?" I said through gritted teeth. “I’m not a bimbo,” I said, still looking for my keys.

"Twice a day for the past year that I've been living here and three times on the weekends," he grinned.

Shoving my key into the lock I sent a silent thank you for the perfect timing. After a long tortuous afternoon with Stacy and my mom, the last thing I want to deal with is my annoying, douchey neighbor, Ethan.

"I'd love to chat with you, but I'm busy," I lied knowing I'll end up watching some tacky reality show with a tub of ice cream in my lap.

"As always, but my offer still stands," I say, rolling my eyes at the same invitation Ethan has extended to me since the first time we met a year ago, and each time I've declined his invitation to a "sleepover".

"I don't think so," I said, clearly uninterested.

"Sooner or later you'll give into your urges, they all do,” he said sounding like the cocky jerk I knew him to be.

"You’re right one day I'll actually kick you in the balls,” I replied darkly with my back to him.

The last thing I need is a sleazy one-night affair with my next-door neighbor, especially because Ethan changes his bed partner as often as I change my shoes. He's a man whore, plain and simple.

"I like it rough, sweet cheeks." he chuckled.

"Goodnight, Ethan,” I pushed the words out of my mouth and walked into my flat, leaving him in the corridor. I don't have time for Ethan's skirt-chasing antics, especially when I'm trying to figure out how I'm going to find a fake boyfriend by tomorrow night who’s up to my mother’s standards.