Mutinous

Chapter 13

"You let me win didn't you?" I smiled up at Harry as we both took our helmets off. He had taken me gokarting, and I had to admit I had been scared at first. I had never tried it before, but it turned out to be much more fun than I though even if I wasn't that good. It was nice trying out 'firsts' with Harry. There was so many things I hadn't tried yet but was eager to.

"I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about," he shrugged, but I noticed the smile on his lips that made him show his dimples. I wasn't sure if I found it cute or not that he let me win. But I probably wouldn't have enjoyed myself as much as I had if he had been ahead of me the entire race.

"You're a bad liar," I told him and placed the helmet back where it belonged and threw out the hair net.

"As I said, I don't know what you're talking about," he chuckled, and I rolled my eyes.

"Whatever you say. Thank you though. It was fun."

"Glad you think so. Can't believe you've never done it before."

"There's a lot of things I haven't tried before. You know that."

"Yeah. And I'll be happy to try out so much more with you." His grin was obvious and so was my own smile.

Harry helped me into my coat. "Thank you," I said while he put his own on, and we headed outside. "You know my sister thinks you're fit."

"Has she seen me?" He narrowed his eyes at me with a smile, clearly he liked the compliment.

"She found you on Facebook."

"So she knows that we're seeing each other?"

"Yes, and she's keeping her mouth closed."

"Interesting. So, who am I today?"

"What?"

"I'm sure you told your parents something. Did you tell them you were hanging out with Jennifer?"

I nodded. "Yes. She's out herself. Told her to tell her mum she was with me in case my parents decided to check up on me."

"I feel like I'm seeing someone from secondary school," he said, and I widened my eyes. His words hurt. "Sorry, love. I'm not blaming you. I just don't like the fact that your parents are treating you like a child."

"I know, I'm sorry," I said looking at the ground.

"Hey," he placed a finger on my chin and tilted my head up to face him. "It's not your fault."

I gave him a small smile, and we walked together. "So I've been thinking," I confessed, knowing it probably sounded stupid. I was always thinking.

"What have you been thinking of?"

"Don't get mad," I said.

"I'd never get mad at you."

"Okay well, I've been wondering. How come you are 21 and just started University now? I know you've been saving up for it and stuff, but I've just been wondering if that's all you've been doing?" Okay I should probably keep quiet before I make a bigger fool out of myself.

"I started back in 2012. Took a semester and then things got in the way. I wasn't focused on school and I was working much more than I do now. So I dropped out and didn't start again until now."

I gave him an apologetic smile.

"I really don't want to talk about it." His mood changed, and I felt bad that I had brought it up. Clearly it was upsetting him, but I couldn't help but wonder why. What was he hiding?