My Secret Love

Chapter 12-Dedicated to Genuises

JULIANNE

I feel the short tension in the car as we head to where ever it is Weston has to go. I wander if he knows how I felt when I saw them in the bathroom. I sit in the back, and Mia in the front. There were no questions as to why I insisted upon it. Even though it's my brother where looking for, I feel like she has some main power and authority in this.

I look back and forth between them, perfect. Even if Mia told me they were different, looking at them now, and in the bathroom, you wouldn't say that. They looked so comfortable. No matter my feelings for Weston, I could never live up to Mia.

Weston never told me we were dating or anything, I had just assumed that with other words and actions that we were. I assumed wrong, maybe he was just trying to make me feel better about my crush, or whatever, not wanting me to feel stupid. Thats how he has always been, making me feel content and better with things. This must have been one of them times, foolish young me. I cursed in my head.

Soon we were pulling up to what looked to be a auto body shop. Weston went on in ahead of me and Mia. We walked in step by step. When I entered I realize this was not a place where cars were fixed, maybe computers but not cars. There were rows and rows of computer and other gadgets. I spot Weston talking to a guy with a jump suit on. I tap Mia's shoulder and point to where he was, and we walk the short distance to him.

The man, Carlos, I read his tag, Shakes each one of our hands. "This is a old buddy of mine, genius no doubt, he can figure anything out." Westons tells us, placing a tap on Carlos back. "Well what am I figuring out today?"

"I need you to trace a call." Weston then puts out his hand expectantly towards me, I get his motion and pull my cell from my back pocket and happily hand it over. "Do you think you can trace it?" I ask him. He laugh and sits at a nearby computer.

We park our butts onto a nearby bench and wait, all of us silent. When he comes over to us, he brings a picture and my cell, first handing the cell over and then holding up the picture. "Does this look familiar." It's a picture of a house that I know well. "Yes," all three of us, me, Mia, and Weston say in unison.

My dads house. It was all confusing at the moment, and I had so many questions running thought my head. If Steven was where he was suppose to be, then how did he know to call? Where was Sydney? Did her absence have anything to do with the merry men? Who were the merry men(AKA MURDERS)? Where to now?

As if reading my last question, Mia, from now the front seat, since we entered the car again, ask, "Where are we going now?"

Weston looks back at me, then beside him at Mia, "Steven and Julianne's dads house. Where going to see whats going on, and how did Steven know to warn us."

That was a good thing to do. If Steven knew we were in trouble, then why wouldn't he try to find where we were. "If he's at dads house then whats wrong with is phone?" I ask, for the first time acknowledging Weston directly.

"I don't know, Juilianne." The way he says my name, makes me feel like he said it that way on purpose and my heart melts, but I have to scratch the thought away of course he was just saying my name, me having an over active imagination am thinking up things, things that cant be real.

"Im glad you agreed to let me come with y'all, in the bathroom," Says Mia, to Weston. Agh the bathroom, because I so need the reminder. "No problem, You wouldn't let me out until I agreed, if Julianne would have came in sooner, and pushed me into you, It may have let me get out, with out agreeing."

What he says doesn't make much sense until, I finally understand, like a hidden message just for me. I pushed him into Mia, he wasn't all over her. I feel even more like a fool and I know he knows what I felt, and thought, other wise he wouldn't have made that statement. "Yeah...right." Mia says, obviously not understanding. Weston pretends to adjust his mirror and send me a heart melting look, meant for me, and I know its not my over active imagination.