Hidden Away

Chapter 3: Necessary Questions, Unwanted Answers

"So, where are you from?"

I rolled my blue-grey eyes at the next question Sinead grilled with me. It was obvious she didn't trust me, let alone like me. I never did anything to her, but the way she looked at me implied I was taking something of hers. A certain handsome, dark-haired jerk entered my mind.

"Up a ways north," Devin answered for me.

"I thought I asked Maddie," Sinead said calmly. "So, how do you and Devin know each other?"

I studied Devin discreetly. I couldn't figure him out. I knew he had something to do with why I was here because I swore I would never see him again. So how did it come to this? He mentioned earlier on the phone that he knew it was about the necklace. How could he have known that?

I shifted my focus to Sinead. "We met in juvie a while back." That part was true, at least.

"What did you do to get there?"

Devin's eyes made contact with mine. Apparently I was supposed to lie?

I didn't let go of Devin's fearful gaze. "A couple minor robberies."

"So, robberies are your thing, eh?" Sinead crossed her legs on the hardwood floor.

"Yeah, I guess you could say that."

"I don't get how Devin knows everyone," Rocky said half to himself, half to the group. "You say 'I think we should do this' and he says 'oh okay, I know a guy for that'. I don't get it."

Sinead rolled her hazel eyes. "Rocky, there are a lot of things you don't get."

He mimicked her overdramatically and she stuck her tongue out at him.

My first impression of these two differed. Rocky seemed okay. A little gullible, naive, but a nice kid. Sinead, on the other hand, was a cold and bitter girl who needed to learn some manners.

Then again, maybe I was just bitter because she was being rude, entitled, and judged me before I even said anything to her. Girls were vicious.

Devin stood up and stuck his hands in the pocket of his Troy Bolton style jeans. "I'm going to take Maddie out for a little bit. Show her the town."

"I'll come too," Sinead piped up.

"No, stay here," he said firmly. "Maddie and I have some catching up to do."

"Didn't you have the car ride up here to do that?" she asked more as a statement than a question.

"Sinead. We're leaving, okay?"

Sinead didn't seem pleased by this, but let us go.

"What are we doing?" I asked once we were out of earshot.

"Not now. In the car."

It almost scared me when I realized just how off things seemed.

I sat down in the passenger's seat and stared at him. "Well?"

He jammed the key into the ignition, ignoring me completely.

I leaned my head against the seat. "Devin, I can't do this with you."

"Where is it?"

I snapped my head toward him. "Where's what?"

"The necklace. I know you have it." His strong jawline tensed.

I had to choose my words carefully. "I don't trust you. I'm not going to give it to you." He already tried to take it once, and I wasn't going to give it up that easily until he told me exactly what he intended to do with it, or why he even wanted it.