All Chapters of Bad Liar: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

 On a cold morning like this, I am thankful for the heat penetrating from the two coffees I'm holding in each of my hands.It is a brisk, winter morning as I walk to school, an hour earlier than everyone else. I guess I'm really lucky that my assigned counselling sessions are 7:50-8:50 am every Tuesday, giving me ten minutes' spare before classes begin.Our school uniform is very boring - a plain white polo shirt and navy bottoms. At least in winter, you can style it a little. Today, I chose to wear a skirt, with dark stockings underneath. I have a navy coat draped around my body and a black scarf, which hugs my neck, keeping me toasty warm.The only sounds around me are my vans hitting the concrete floor as I briskly walk towards the counsellor's office.Due to a new suicide prevention regime, it is compulsory for each student to see one of the counsellors that the government employed at the school, at least once a week. I alre

 I feel both mentally and physically drained when I drag my feet up our porch steps.Even though all I want to do was collapse onto my bed and binge-watch Netflix, I find myself swapping my uniform for a pair of tights, a sports bra, my Nike crop top, and my runners.As I begin to jog down my street, I try relentlessly to get my mind off of today's events.I can't believe he's back, after all this time. It took so long for me to get over him and what he did to me. That night changed my entire life. Now, he's back and all those strong, overwhelming feelings I had before, are resurfacing.Gritting my teeth, I focus on the cold wind hitting my face as I ran. I instantly regret not wearing a jacket over my crop top. I can see my breath in front of me as my body temperature is much higher than the chilly air around me.I push myself to run harder. Soon, sweat was running down the back of my neck. My cheeks felt hot from e

 The front door slams and soon after, I can hear heavy footsteps, loud chatter, and laughing. I roll my eyes and close my laptop.The Boys are here.I leap to my feet, glancing in the mirror at my appearance. I'm wearing a pair of leggings, a tight, lilac-coloured top that had a Calvin Klein logo on it, and a black cardigan. I head downstairs, to see what everyone is up to.The smell of sweat and boy's deodorant abuses my nostrils as I enter the kitchen. Finn and his two best mates, Alec and Jai, are raiding the fridge and cupboard for any food that they can find."Hey," Alec grins, giving me a broad, charming grin. "How's the better twin going?""I knew I always liked you the most," I tease and before I completely lost myself in Miles, I really did. My first ever kiss was with Alec, before my brother found out and sucker-punched him in the stomach. I somehow had a crush on both Alec and Miles, simultaneously. Alec seemed interested in

 As last night's memories began to crash into my mind, one by one, I quickly retreat to the bathroom, where I throw up. I shower straight after, rinsing my body and shampooing my hair. The vanilla scent of my shampoo wafts around the bathroom and I inhale deeply, loving the smell.As I run my brush through my hair, I stare at myself in the mirror.Do I like the person I was last night? Even though I've been casually seeing Bentley, doesn't mean I had the right to let Alec kiss me? But he did the same thing...I let out a sigh, my brush getting caught in a knot. I wince as I yank it through.I don't enjoy lying to Finn or sneaking around his back. I am a bad liar, especially when I try to lie to Finn. He always knows. I don't plan to date Alec. We just had fun and honestly, it wouldn't even matter, if he wasn't so close with my brother. I don't want another Miles-Isobel-Finn situation to arise.Miles...He had

 I begin aimlessly wandering through the hallway, scanning the small crowd of students as I try to find Miles before Finn catches me.After almost losing hope, I finally find him down by the football oval. He is halfway down, sitting on the grass, leaning back onto the fence. Sucking in an encouraging breath, I walk over to him.The closer I get, the stronger I can smell the stench of cigarette smoke. I scrunch up my face as I walk to him. It now makes sense why he is all the way down here.He has his head hung low, his forehead pressed against his knees. His arms are slung over his knees, the cigarette loosely dangling between his fingers."Miles."He lifts his head and my stomach clenches when I see tear stains.He tilts his back, squinting in the morning sunlight."What do you want?" he asks, his voice dry. "Here to torment me some more? Throw your father's death in my face again?"I grimace, sliding down the fe