Help! I'm In Love With A Liar

I had gradually, become very good friends with Changying and Biyu. I exchanged numbers with Wang and John for the purpose of trading notes and discussing doubts. I was slowly getting to know all four of them and specially Biyu. She was a very considerate person, who cared for everybody close to her, including her friends.

So, one day Wang calls me up, to inform me that we didn't have our coaching the next day.

"You girls are free birds tomorrow,'' he commented.

"Oh! Really! So why don't you give us a treat tomorrow?" I chuckled, not really knowing, why I said that.

"Sure. Where do you want it? '' He questioned, excitedly.

I got embarrassed by his sudden approval. "Uh, no, no I was just kidding!'' I said.

"Common, it's just one lunch, we five can meet and have fun tomorrow. You girls can come out using your coaching permission. It's a great idea!" he exclaimed enthusiastically.

So, finally, he convinced me into coming for a lunch with Biyu and Changying at the same time, as that of our coaching.

The following day, the lunch was an absolute berserk fun which, ended up with boozehound Biyu, throwing up right on the table. It was such an arduous task to make her walk straight without stumbling. We were just five minutes late before entering the hostel, but we scared, it could land us in big trouble. Our hostel warden was a female version of Hitler, who gave us a very tough time. She talked less and squalled more at us, even for petty things.

"Sorry mam. Biyu fell ill, so we got late," I murmured, terribly scared. We very well knew she was not going to spare us so easily.

"You shameless kids!" She bellowed. "You don't deserve to study in such eminent colleges. You have no respect for rules."

"It's only five minute's madam," Changying mumbled.

I wanted to punch Changying hard on her face. She very well knew, saying this meant making the lady Hitler even more vicious. It was already getting tough for us to clench Biyu into standing straight.

"What do you mean by that? Your parents have not taught you anything it seems," she shrieked at our faces.

"She doesn't even look sick," warden blurted, now extremely infuriated. She came closer to Biyu, scrutinizing her carefully.

"Who is sick?" Biyu questioned sleepily, still smiling.