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As soon as I opened the door to the large, greasy, late-night diner that that Cara had taken me to, I knew I wanted to leave.
There were so many people.
Too many girls wearing too much lip gloss and too many sweaty, raucous boys who were nodding at said lip gloss girls.
The harsh yellow light gave everything a sickly, shiny glare and the smell of oily food made me feel slightly faint.
"Cara-" I began as she steered me forcefully toward an orange, Formica table that still had the dirty napkins and leftover food from the people who ate there before us. The whole scene was dirty and disgusting.
"I don't want to stay here- I don't feel well. Let's go home" I wheedled. "There's nothing here we cant make better in our room."
Cara looked at me with her slanted, glinting eyes and nodded her chin upward to the left corner of the room.
"Noah's here." She said with an air of triumph. As if that fixed everything.
"Does that change your mind?"
And I wish, I really wish that I would have told her no. That I would have pushed her to leave. Insisted that she take me home.
Everything could have been different.
Because at that moment, I still had the chance to walk away.
But of course, I didn't take it.
Instead I grinned at her lazily, like the silly, carefree girl I was turning into, and walked slowly toward Noah and his friend.
Why didn't I make a cursory scan of the room? My trained eyes would have blurred out the innocent scene and focused razor-sharp on the important details.
Why didn't I notice the best position to station myself in case I needed cover?
Why was I completely irresponsible, walking without analyzing, without detailing and itemizing every bit of every minute, like I was raised and trained to do?
I have no excuses, but I do remember the next three minutes, exactly as they happened.
When Noah saw me approaching, he smiled widely. (Noah. Always smiling.)
"Runner girl!" he chuckled. (Noah. Always laughing.)
He pulled me down into the seat next to him and introduced me to the person he was sitting with.
"This is my best friend Darrin", he said, and I recognized the curly red-headed drummer from his band.
We've been playing music together since we were about six." Noah continued.
Darrin nodded at me and explained in a husky voice, "You know how if you killed someone in middle of the night, and needed a friend to help you hide the body and not ask any questions?"
I stared at him, shocked.
Did he know about my past? Did he know what I had done?
My face colored but before I could respond, he continued with a smile, "well, Noah's my go-to guy for that, and for anything. He's amazing. "
I took a deep breath. This boy didn't know about me or what I had done in the middle of the night. He had no clue about the terrible acts I had commited under orders, and to who, exactly, I had turned to for help.
He was just a normal boy, joking about something that would never be real to him.
I wish I could say the same.
As if he could tell that I was nervous, Noah took my small hand into his and linked his big fingers into mine. I remember feeling so safe. Like nothing could harm me.
Darrin nodded at us, and sensing that we wanted to be alone, slipped out of his chair and went to join the group a few tables down.
Noah leaned closer to me, his green eyes sparkling somehow even in the hideously fleuorescent lighting.
"How was your day?", he asked quietly. Such an innocent question, but the way he said it, I could swear he was asking me something more important.
"um..." I said, distracted by the intensity of his gaze.
And then, he leaned toward me, closing the distance between us. And for one glorious minute, it was just me and Noah.
Me and Noah
Me and Noah
Me and Noah
And then. Right then.
That's when the first shot rang out, piercing through all the noise with a threatening, perfectly caluculated, cold-blooded Crack.
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-Corolyn
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Teen FictionFear. Anxiety. Stress. I need these feelings. They help me survive. But as I stare into his soft gray eyes, I feel them slip away. "Trust me" he whispers softly, urgently . And even though this goes against everything I've ever known... I do.