“You really don’t get it, do you? You really don’t get it that you fucking hurt me there!”

Bette looked away.

“Don’t you have anything to say now? Don’t you always know what to say? Don’t you always have words right there at your disposal to bullshit yourself out of every precarious situation? Isn’t that what you do? Isn’t that the way you live your life? Because I don’t want to be part of it. You never face anything, you just talk and talk and talk and you don’t do anything that shows the slightest hint of regret or remorse or whatever. No matter what you do, you always think you’re right, but I won’t have it. You hurt me and I’m not going to forgive you just because you for once had the guts to actually show up but then do nothing but use your cheesy lines on me and pout and look at me that way! How did you find me anyway?”

“Before all this, we were each other’s best friend, Tina. I know you love this grass field, the lake brings you peace and you like to read on the bench under the tree and you love having the library right behind you.”

“I never told you that. That was my secret. So, how did you really find out. Did you stalk me?”

Bette sighed, realising this was going to be hard. “Alright. Didn’t Dean tell you? I’ve been by the house every day and I kept nagging him about where you were, so eventually he hinted at you loving the grass and the lake behind the library and that your favourite spot was on the bench under the tree.”

“Why couldn’t you just be honest about that? Why did you have to lie to me first? A lie that makes you look better. Remember who you’re talking to – I see through you.”

“I noticed. The thing is, I came here to say that I’m sorry.”

“How do I know that’s true?”

“You’ll have to trust me.”

“And why should I? Can you give me any reason?”

“Because we have a history together. I know that we’ve only been friends for a few months, but I swear that it were the best months of my life and I never once lied to you. I didn’t lie to you when we were together either. Look at it this way, I told you about the fact that I hid my books to keep my reputation up. And I never lied to those girls I slept with, they always knew the deal. Of course there were always those few who think they could change me and who fell in love with me, but I just had a talk with them to make clear that I wasn’t interested in them that way. I never lied to my friends, either. One thing’s for sure – I don’t lie to the people I love.”