Words Unspoken - Book One

Chapter Six

My eyes widened as I stared up at the person who appeared out of nowhere. It was Noah. I sighed in relief. Thankfully it wasn't my parents, brother or the authorities. Noah kept his gaze fixated on me, tilting his head slightly, observing and watching my facial expressions, I could already tell I looked a little insane, my eyebrows furrowing as one of my eyes twitched a few times.

"You alright?" Noah asked, his hands stuffed in his pockets. I cleared my throat, nodding my head and quickly looked around once more.

"Yeah, yeah." I replied. "I'm fine...You scared the hell out of me.." I added as I turned my attention back to him, He seemed unfazed by my choice of words, like he was used to it, or completely okay with it. I blinked a few times and just waited for him to answer.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you." He said with a soft chuckle as he stuffed his hands in his pockets.

"What are you doing out in the middle of the street? I mean it's not that late? But still.." He asked as he kept his eyes on me, almost like he was reading my mind. I kept my mouth shut. I didn't know if I should tell him the truth or make up some lie. My mind was completely scrambled, from the graffiti I saw, my mother and I yelling and the passage I read from the book in the library. I had no idea what to say to him, my head just shook as I kept my mouth shut.

"Alright, well uh, how about we go grab something to eat." He suggested. "My treat." He added with a smile. I shifted slightly and turned my head to look up at him. I just nodded my head and he motioned to follow him.

We made our way down the street, walking side by side, not speaking to each other at the moment. We soon arrived at the local diner, Daisy's. It was fairly small, like a hole in the wall. Noah opened the door and the two of us stepped inside the half empty diner. Two people were sitting at the counter/bar. There were booths to our left and a few to the right. Noah greeted one of the waiters and the two of us were seated at one of the booths. The waiter handed us a menu.

"I'll bring you guys some water." He said as he walked away leaving us alone. I looked up to see Noah set the menu down, my guess is that he already decided. After a minute I put my menu down and the waiter walked back with our waters.

"Alright, what can I get for the two of you?" He asked, holding his little notepad and a pen looking between the two of us.

"We'll start off with some fries to share and a milkshake, to share as well. Two straws." Noah told the waiter as he held up two fingers. The waiter nodded his head, wrote down and walked off to behind the counter placing the order to the chef.

I turned back around to Noah and raised an eyebrow slightly. "To share?" I asked and leaned back in my seat, arms crossed over my chest.

"Yeah, I figured you weren't gonna eat as much." He said as he folded his hands together and placed them on the table. "You look distressed, and when someone's distressed they usually lose their appetite-"

"Or get a big appetite." I said, interrupting him. He smiled at me and nodded his head. "But you looked like the not eating distressed type."

"You don't know me at all." I said furrowing my eyebrows, keeping my gaze fixated on him. We stared at each other for what felt like hours but was only two minutes and he finally spoke up, breaking the silence between us.

"I'm good at reading people." He said with a sly smirk, raising his eyebrow at me. I rolled my eyes and looked away, instead looking around the diner. There were old vintage posters hanging on the walls and a stereo placed on our left side with a bunch of cd's on a variety of music. Yes we still have music but music that was appropriate was only allowed, meaning songs with no inappropriate language. At the moment though, no music was playing.