My Secret Love

Chapter Eight- Dedicated to apologies

Well im finally back after all this time. (1 week) I was on spring break and really busy. I feel kind of bad for lying, but what eves. Im here now, and that is what counts. I give you chapter eight. Thanks lovlies.

Julianne

"I'm sure she's fine." Weston says, rubbing my shoulder, in a comforting motion. I don't believe his words. What if something awful has happened?  Sure it's only been a little over 24 hours, but I have no text from Sidney, and she would usually call or text me if she was staying somewhere. Weston takes my silent thinking as a cue to say something else, "Do you know anything?"

I suck in his question and think about it carefully. She left with a dude the night of the party, that I know, because Jason told me. Jason might know who she left with. I turn to face Weston, I scan his face for happiness, because if there is any, he might want to hold on to it, because he isn't going to like this idea. "Take me to Jason's house," I say with the sternness expression. I see a moment of hesitation in his eyes. "Why, never mind, let's go."

He still thinks that I was with Jason all last night, so I can see where this may be a problem. I also have to keep him back, because I don't think he would be to happy to find out that Jason tried to hook up with me. Honestly I'm not to happy about seeing Jason, but it's something I need to do. 

Jason lives on the other side of the town, furthest away from the beach.  I had never been to his house before, obviously, because it's not even a house, it's an apartment complex, a brown building that sits of the highway. 

I knew Weston had to be friends with Jason, some what, but it proves that they are , or were really good friends, because he takes the lead right to the front door over of Jason's second floor apartment. Which assuming it's his, because if not maybe Weston is trying to trick me into thinking it's his, but he knows it's an empty apartment and could lie and say he's not home. I rub away the thought like sample perfume. I doubt, he's that condescending, then again I have been wrong about people before.

Weston knocks on the door with his right hand, whiles his left his tightly clinched at his side. No answer. He bangs louder this time, loud enough that the other second floor apartment might think there's a knock on there door. There's a click and then the door opens, revealing a disheveled Jason Marx. Im sure he can't see me because I'm behind Weston.

"What's up man?" Jason asks Weston. 

"Someone wanted to come here, for some odd reason." I don't know why he referred to me as someone and not my name, but Jason's about to find out. I step aside to that I know Jason can now see me. A smile that was played up on his face falls. Of so many reason I could be here, I wander why he thinks I am. He nod's at me and I nod back. Jason steps out the way to allow us in. I follow his hand that gestures to the left side of the small apartment. I get the motion and make my way over to a green wool couch. Weston takes a seat directly beside me, and Jason joins, taking a seat on an adjacent love seat.

The calmness in him, almost makes me want to strangle him, but I some how manage to maintain my posture. "Who did Sidney leave with last night?" I ask, my voice sharper then a freshly sharpened knife. He coughs to clear his throat, then responds, "Abraham Dijon, why?" The name doesn't ring a bell, but it must for Weston because I feel his hand grip around my wrist. I glance up at him, but he is looking at Jason. 

"let's go." Weston stands, letting go of my wrist. I follow behind Weston. "Hey," a hand, Jason's' hand lays on my shoulder. "I feel bad about last night. I was a little drunk."  I turn and see the sincerness in his eyes. This is good to hear from a known jerk. I'm about to tell him exactly that. but I'm cut off by Weston. "What happened last night?" This is what I was trying to avoid. Now were under interrogation. "Nothing big." I mumble, avoiding Weston's face. Weston stands in front of me, pushing me back slightly, so that he can see Jason directly. "What did you do to her?" he asks, his voice stern. 

I grab hold of Weston's, arm to keep him from doing something stupid, even though I know it wont help much, because with one shrug my hand would fall off. "It's fine he said he was sorry." 

"Yeah I said I was sorry. We didn't do anything, I dropped her off, when she said she didnt want to. You should know, I dropped her off an hour after we left the party. Though I don't remember where I dropped her off." I can hear the confusion in Jason's voice. 

My secrets out. I feel like Weston's going to punch him or something but instead he storms off. "Come, now," he demands, walking out the door. I pace behind, down the steps trying to catch up with Weston.

"Wait." I say when we get to his baby blue truck.  He doesn't say anything, just opens his door and gets in, and I do the same. I face him once where in. His knuckles are white where he holds onto the key, that's in the ignition. "Talk." I shout, feeling alone in the silence. "You lied to me." 

So, that's it? He's mad at me, because I lied. "Would you rather me have been with Jason all night?" He rest his head against the steering wheel, letting his hand drop from the ignition. "I'd rather you not lie to me." His voice is some how calm, though his body looks raged and tense. "I'm sorry." 

"You don't understand, I was up all night, thinking you were being hurt by him." My heart shift a little. He waited for me? That's why he was so tired this morning. "I'm sorry." I repeat unable to say anything else. "Well we better go, it's pretty late." He finally turns the key, starting the engine. That's it? All it took was an apology to calm him down. "Where did you go last night then?" he ask, while I stare out at the blue water of the beach. I know I cant lie to him again. "Sydney's shed. It was the closest and I was mad at Jason for trying to get into my pants." Oh shit. why  did I say that? 

"He let you walk away?" I ignore his question and stare out the shield. "Son of a bitch." I screech brings me to the front, as he makes a illegal U-turn on the road. 

"IMA kill that fucker!"