no lies. "You don't seem like the kind of boy who would be a liar." Before last week I never really knew who Leslie Wilson was, and now she was all in my face telling me I'm a liar.
"I'm not a liar."
"Then why'd you say my brother gave you a black eye for kicking him down there?" She asked me standing there with one hand on her hip and her glasses more crooked than mine, pointing at my crotch and then blushing and looking away.
"It was April Fools," I told her. "It was a joke...you know, April 1st? A joke?"
"I didn't think it was very funny Nevin Beauregarde Sherman and I think my brother will have something to say to you about it, broken arm or not." She stormed off without another word.
How did she know my middle name? No one knows my middle name.