Ensnare

Chapter 8

I woke up the next morning in a tangled mess of sheets. My muscles felt stiff and sore as I tried to free myself from the bedding. By the time I had untangled myself from the sheets I was running behind schedule.

                I slipped on a pair of jeans as I was brushing my teeth and tied my hair up in a ponytail. Multitasking was luckily one of my talents. I grabbed a t-shirt and my school bag as my phone went off. It was Leah. She was asking if I still wanted a drive. I texted her that I did as I was running down the stairs. Luckily I hadn’t tripped over my own feet on the way down.

                 Linda sat in the same arm chair watching me as I grabbed a box of cereal from the cupboard. Through the front window I saw Leah pull into the driveway. Linda watched me without saying a word as I flew out the door, cereal in hand.

                I jumped into the passenger seat as Leah ran a hand through her layered brown hair. She eyed the cereal box before looking in the mirror to back out of the driveway.

                “I’m reinventing fast food,” I said with my mouth full.

                “I can see that.”

                “Shut up,” I gave her a playful shove.

                “Don’t mess with the chauffer,” she teased as we headed down the road.

                I continued to eat my cereal from the box. Leah turned up the radio as usual. In ten minutes we were pulling into the parking lot at school.

                “You feeling alright?” Leah asked.

                “Yeah, why?”

                “You just scarfed down those cheerios like they were your enemies first born children.”

                I looked into the box to discover a lone cheerios resting on a pile of crumbs.

                “Nerves.”

                “Uh huh,” Leah said sarcastically. We climbed out of the car and headed for class.

                “You were M.I.A. all weekend,” Leah said as we walked in through the front door. She was waiting for an explanation.

                “Yeah. I was studying.”

                “Right. When you want to tell me the truth, I’ll be waiting,” she said as we stopped by our lockers.

                “Ok, I was at a friend’s house.”

                “Which friend?”

                “No one you know. They’re… kind of family friends,” I told her. More so a family of friends then a family friend.

                “So why the studying excuse?”

                “Linda doesn’t know.”

                “If they’re family friends why doesn’t Linda know you were there?”

                “It’s a long Story, Lee.”

                “Well whenever you have time, I’m all ears. Speaking of time, you’d better get moving. Exams start in five,” She looked down at her phone.