Jasmine! I thought you weren’t going to show up. Maybe this was the day to admit it? After all, she and Zack had been broken up for years. While walking to the coffee shop, I tried to piece together every single detail woven into that story. It was not true, but I never came clean about it. In my first year of college, I told Lena that Zachary Tomas-the cute guy who asked her to the Freshman Night party-was my high school boyfriend. Out of the blue, I got a text from her: Jas, Coffee Bean, 6 tonight. So I decided to avoid her as much as possible. Lena Mallari was the recipient of one of the longest-running lies I had ever told, and after almost ten years, I could no longer keep my stories straight. Then I remembered why my stomach was doing little nervous flips. For some reason her name triggered stress and anxiety in me, but I couldn’t figure out why. We weren’t even in the same orgs or the same barkada. I was only in touch with a handful of people, most of them from my AB Psychology block. Five years since college graduation people moved on. Lena was one of those friends who never called.
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