Trust me, I'm Lying [Boyxboy]

Chapter Ten

I took my notebook out of my backpack and opened up to my list. I made sure the door was closed one last time, and then looked back at the spiral in my hand.

My cancer treatment was at a standstill and now was better than anytime to check my progress on this. Plus, I had things that I needed to add. First I addressed what I had so far:

One- tell no one.

Two- don't drag Cole into it.

Three- act normal.

Four- protect Aaron.

Five- win the war.

I snickered to myself after I read number two. How easy it had seemed at the time. I crossed number two out and wrote

Two- Try to keep Cole as undamaged as possible.

If something were to happen to me, I thought cringing, I wouldn't want Cole to live his life hurting. That was one of the reasons I didn't want to tell people in the first place.

Number four wasn't going so well either. Aaron was still avoiding me and having a hostile attitude towards me. My hand hovered over the number ready to correct it somehow, when I decided against it and put my pen down. I still had time to protect him.

My mind drifted to Summer and I immediatly knew what to write.

Six- Savor the last days, moments, seconds I have with Summer.

Once I had that thought in my head, I started to get pissed off. It started in my chest, and traveled up untill I wanted to scream. I stared at my clenching and unclenching fists for several seconds trying to calm down.

I wanted to hit something, anything. To release what was building up inside under my ribs. This feeling of dread.

For the first time in my life, something I loved was going to be taken away from me as I vividly watched. And I wasn't ready for that. My hand shook as I grabbed the spiral notebook and stuffed it inside my backpack as soon as I could. Not wanting to see any of those rules again.

Immedialty I started to head towards Cole's house, knowing just his presence would help me calm down, but then I thought differently. I thought about how I putting Cole in the same situation that I was in right now with Summer if something was to happen to me.

Instead of going to his house I drove to the batting cage, knowing hitting something would help. The cashier gave me a pityful look and ended up giving me one free round on top of my others. I thanked him with a nod and a smile, which he replied the same.

I put on a helmet and started hitting immediatly. Each hit a thought.

Slam. Fuck this all.

The ball hit the top of the ball pit and I heard a couple whistels from behind me.

Whack. It would be the one person that talks to me ends up leaving perminantly, what shitty odds.

Wham. Screw.

Hit. Everything.

"Whoa killer. Something on you're mind?"

For a second I didn't turn around, the voice not registering. But once I read over the sentence in my head again, I turned around.

Meredith, Mike's girlfriend.

"No." I turned back around and kept hitting the baseballs.

"Sure looks like something is," she said from behind me.