His World of Black

Chapter Seven

I told John I didn't feel well so I couldn't go over. After I apologized, I hung up and flopped onto the bed. Why was I so upset by this. I mean it was totally out of context and I had no idea what they were talking about, but still. It just sort of hurt.

I tried my best to act normal that week. I didn't really show any interest in conversation, and would usually space out. Not really normal, but i tried.

It was currently raining and we were all hanging out at Chilly's for lunch. I just stared out the window watching the rain run down and betting on which drop would reach the bottom first. I should tell him. No that's probably a bad idea. Ugh, when did my life get so complicated?

"What's complicated?" , John asked from beside me. I turned to see them all staring at me.

"What?" ,I asked. Did i say that out loud?

"You said something was complicated." Nice job, Rowen. Now you look weird.

"Oh sorry. I was just talking to my self.", I laughed awkwardly.

Peyton and Aden exchanged weird looks before conversing again. But John kept staring at me with a worried look.

"I'm fine, John. Don't worry." ,I smiled weakly.

He grabbed my hand under the table and joined in on the conversation. I smiled down at our intertwined fingers. It felt so nice holding his hand. I bit my lip, trying to stop my smile from growing. I decided to join the conversation as well.

We got up to leave after paying for our lunch and I had forgotten that John was still holding my hand. Peyton noticed and wouldn't stop smiling at me and wiggled her eyebrows. I elbowed her in the gut and she stopped to glare at me. I laughed, leading John to Aden's car. I said my goodbyes to everyone and hopped in my truck, driving home.

When got to the house, my mom's car was in the drive way. She was home early again. Usually she would leave pretty early in the morning and get home to make dinner in time. I walked in and went to make hot chocolate. I love cold wet weather. it was the best to curl up with hot chocolate and a book and just listen to the lightly pounding rain.

"Hey, Rowen!", my mom called from the living room. She got up and walked over to the kitchen sitting on the bar.

"Hey, mom." ,I said turning my attention away from my drink.

"So I called John's mom today." I choked on my drink, whipping my head over to her.

"Mom! How did you even get her number?"

"Doesn't matter. I invited them over for dinner." ,she grinned. She looked way to proud of herself.

"Mom!" ,I groaned. "Is dad going to attend?"

"Of course."

"I swear, if he makes one blind joke..."

"I'll watch him." ,she laughed

"You better."

My dad always made stupid jokes. Usually they were funny, but it was unbelievably embarrassing. "I promise!" ,she raised her hands in the air as if to surrender.

"I really hate you." , grabbed my cup heading for my room. "No you don't!" ,she called after me.

I sighed. "I wish I did."