Big Fat Liar 2 (Big Fat Liar #2) Read Online Free PDF

Tell!"
    "He's just my neighbor," Callie told them, blocking the door with her body so that Hannah couldn't barge in her apartment.
    "Just?" Sarah lifted up both blonde brows. "What's he doing in there?"
    "We're making breakfast, Sarah."
    "It's way past noon."
    Callie rolled her eyes. She did not miss this part about Sarah, miss Queen Bee. "So what?"
    Sarah stared down at her younger sister, a bit startled that she'd take that tone with her. Callie has always been timid but now she seemed...a bit outspoken. "Hmph!" Sarah raised her head. "Let us in."
    "No." Callie glared at her. "Sorry, Sarah but this is my home, not Mama's. You can't make me do anything I don't want to do."
    Hannah's eyes widened, looking between her and Sarah. Callie's never stood up to Sarah like this before. Looks like their little sister had grown a backbone!
    "Cal." Chris opened the door. "What's going on?"
    All the ladies froze, looking up at Chris and his near nakedness with wide eyes. Callie groaned, Hannah fanned herself with a hand and Sarah blinked at him.
    "Who," Sarah bit out, "is this?"
    "Chris," Callie said quickly, shoving Chris inside. "My neighbor! I told you that." When Chris wouldn't budge all the way in, she rammed her elbow on his stomach. Chris went inside the apartment with a painful "Oof!"
    "Stay there," she pointed warningly at her sisters. "I'll be right back." She slammed the door on their startled faces and locked it for good measure. Letting out a deep breath, she turned and pressed her back against the door.
    Chris was glaring at her, rubbing his stomach. "What the hell was that for!?"
    Callie winched. "Sorry."
    Still rubbing his stomach, he glanced at the door behind her. "Who were they?"
    "Uuuuuh." Think Callie think! "My sister and my...ex-fiance?"
    Chris's brows shot up. "Huh. Really? Which one?"
    Callie stared at him, dear caught in the headlight look on her face. "Which one what?"
    "Which one is your ex? The short one or the tall blonde one?"
    "The tall one."
    Chris nodded. "Well...aren't you going to let them in?"
    "No!" Callie shook her head, spreading her arms across the door. "No! Um...I...I still can't get over her. I'm, uh...I don't wanna see her right now." Oh Callie you big fat liar! She was just digging herself in a deeper grave.
    Chris looked at her sympathetically. "Damn, sorry. Want me to tell her to get lost?"
    Callie shook her head. "N-no. I'll tell her. You just stay right there okay? Please?"
    Frowning, Chris nodded. "Sure. I'll just finish breakfast and set the table. Go on and talk to her. Take your time."
    "Thanks." Feeling extremely guilty for lying to him because he was being so understanding, Callie unlocked the door and flew back out. She closed it firmly behind her before her sisters could take advantage and rush in.
    "Oh my." Hannah fanned herself. "That man is fine!"
    Callie smiled weakly but felt a sense of pride. "Yeah, yeah he is."
    "You seem to be doing better than we thought," Sarah admitted. "Mama was sure that you'd come running back to us a month after you left."
    "Well bully for her," Callie snapped. "You see that I'm perfectly fine now why don't you two go home now?"
    Hannah pouted. "But I want to talk to Chris."
    "He's mine," Callie growled before she could stop herself. Oh crap.
    "Yours?" Sarah crossed her arms. "Well, looks like you're not pining over Greg after all."
    "Callie," Hannah said, staring at her. "What on earth have you done with your hair? Mama's gonna have a fit when she sees that you've cut all those beautiful golden locks and dyed it!"
    "It's my hair," Callie snapped. "I can do what I want with it."
    "And what's with this new attitude?" Sarah huffed. "Seattle's bad for you, dear."
    "Oh do shut up, Sarah," Callie said, mocking her sister's uppity southern belle accent.
    "You look like a boy," Sarah pointed out acidly.
    "And you're a bitch."
    Hannah gasped. "Oh...wow. Callie that was a little uncalled for don't you think? We came all this way just to visit you."
    "No you