The Ghost of Sander Jones

Chapter 11: Sander

I walked down the path, speed walking. I got to the gate closed it and shot into the house. I couldn't believe this. Sander had never acted like this for as long as I know him. Never when I brought up problems of my past days with him. Not when I brought up jerks in my life. Never. Why was he acting this way now? I ran up the stairs not stopping for a break. I pushed the door open to my room. Sander was sitting on the bed already. He'd probably floated though everything and beat me up here.

"Why are you being such a jerk today?" I repeated when I got back into my room. "I told you. I don't trust him."His voice sounded composed now. I sighed in anger closing my eyes."It doesn't mean that you had to show your distaste for him." I slid down the door until I was in a sitting position. I drew my legs halfway too me and sat my head against the door. "I'm sorry." He said softly.

"What did Mark want to tell me that you didn't want him to say to me?" I didn't open my eyes. "It was just a ridiculous theory he had." He was avoiding something. "What theory?" I pressed he wasn't getting of the hook. "I don't want to talk about it." He kept his voice low. "You're going to tell me." I opened my eyes to glare at him trying to make my tone more convincing but he wasn't looking at me. His face was twisted with a mixture of emotions. Before I had time to register them all he composed his feature. I stood up walking to the closet. I needed to unpack my clothes.

I pulled up a bag, took out some clothes in it putting them on the shelves making them available for later. I repeated the action waiting for Sander to say something. "I will tell you, but not tonight, not right now." I frowned. That's not the answer I was looking for but I wasn't going to pursue his answer right away. Sander came over to me sighing. "I will tell you, I promise." I ignored him for a little bit trying to keep my curiosity in check.

"I know you want to ask me what I'm hiding. You're forcing yourself not to ask which is something you never done. Just ask." There was no point in asking him if he wasn't going to tell me. "Why don't you like Mark?" I asked "I don't like him." Sander repeated.

"Yea I got that but why don't you like him." I grabbed another bag pulling clothes out. "I don't trust him because I don't like the way he looks at you." My stomach knotted. "What?" I asked in disbelief. "In what why is that? He's a friend." I stopped what I was doing to look at Sander in the face. He looked back but then looked away. "He sees you as a score or something. I don't know what but he does."

"Right." I started unpacking my clothes again. "I'm not lying to you Elizabeth. I'm the least likely person to lie to you or keep something that I think you should know from you." I didn't reply to him just yet. I thought about what to say. "Yea but you did lie. You are keeping something from me." my tone sounded like acid. "Yes, but it has nothing to do with everything that's going on. It's about me." I gave him a skeptical look.

"Well why didn't you say it was personal?" That made all the difference. I wanted to know but I could accept that what he was hiding was personal and therefore I did not need to ask anymore questions regarding what ever it was. "I'll tell you later. A lot later." I nodded and kept my eyes on my work. "Thank you for not asking about it." He said when I didn't say anything. "Yea...I wonder where everyone went."

I finished and went to sit on my bed. "I don't know." He said. He walked behind me. "The new spell I learned are," I struggled to fine a word, "interesting." Sander chuckled quietly beside me. "You don't like them." It wasn't a question. He knew.

"I thought you wouldn't but I didn't say anything." I laughed a little. "They were lame. Oh. I have an idea." I stood up and when to the closet grabbing the spell book out of its chest. I brought it back over and sat on the bed unlocking the book, leafing though it. There had to be a spell in it. The one I was looking for.