A/N: Finally! The chapter is here!! I'm so sorry that I abandoned the story, I really didn't mean to. Anyways, hope you like it. Read Chapter 6 again, I rewrote the end of it. P.S. No offense to jocks or anyone else I might insult in the chapter. :) PPS: If any of you watch the Bachelorette, I would just like to say that I'm totally in love with Ryan. Lol. P.S. This chapter is not really that important. Its sort of nonsense..

Chapter 7: Truth?

By the next day, almost everyone in school had heard about what had happened with Anthony and Claire. However, there were different reactions to it. The cheerleaders praised Claire for her devilish plan and actions; the jocks showed off their stupidity by congratulating Anthony on two- timing Liz; while the rest of the student body spent the day glaring evilly at the blonde for what he had done.

Nearing the end of the week, Anthony couldn't take it anymore. He was so sick of everyone assuming he had done something wrong when he hadn't. * I can't stand that little slut. Why the hell did she have to ruin everything? * he thought exasperatedly. It had been 4 days and still no one would listen to him. Ethan barely talked to him, he was all alone.

That Thursday afternoon, Anthony was sitting on the beige, plush couch in the living room staring blankly at the TV screen. His thoughts were a jumble, and he didn't know what to do. The blonde took a swig of his beer, which he was allowed to drink, and leaned back on the couch.

After a few minutes, voices and laughter cold be heard from outside. Anthony turned around and saw Ethan, Gordo, and Miranda walk in the house. * Oh great, more awkward silences.* As predicted, the trio suddenly stopped talking as soon as they noticed Anthony was there. They were all uncomfortable and there was a lot of tension present in the room. Ethan got everyone some drinks and they just sat in different sofas, nervously staring at each other every once in a while.

Ten minutes later, Anthony banged down his bottle on the coffee table and exclaimed, "That's it. Cut the fucking crap. You guys used to be my friends, now you don't even talk to me because of something I supposedly did. Not even you," he pointed at Ethan. "And you're my cousin for God's sake. The fact is that you guys don't know what happened. And you have no right whatsoever to treat me like shit."

"I beg to differ," said Miranda matter-a-factly.

"What do you know?" Anthony spat back.

Miranda was getting pissed off, "I know that you hurt my best friend. That she caught you kissing Claire after you explicitly told her you fricking loved her."

"Stop right there," said Anthony enraged. "I didn't kiss Claire. Umm, she kissed me. I didn't know it was her when she pushed me against the lockers. I was about to push her off when Lizzie saw us." The blonde started to calm down. "So, I tried to explain it to her, and she wouldn't let me."

"Not many people would. It's not a very believable story. Still," said Gordo, "I'm giving you the benefit of the doubt. But, keep in mind that Lizzie is my best friend, and if you hurt her again you'll be sorry."

"No worries, I won't."

Ethan spoke up, "Me too, man. Even though it does seem very unlikely."

Miranda kept quiet. She felt uneasy and unsure of who to believe: Anthony, or her best friend. The story did seem like something that Claire would do. "I guess I believe you too. And I'll help make her talk to you, she deserves to know the truth."

A/N: This is a weird and sort of sappy chapter, my apologies.