It was a week since the conversation and things had gone back to normal. In fact, neither me nor Jam had talked about what I overheard at all since he stayed over. I mean, I'm not saying I'm over it. It was still a constant nag at the back of my mind but it seemed to be getting quieter and less of a problem.
School had just finished, and I was waiting for Jam to pick me up and surprise, surprise, he was late.
When he arrived, half an hour after my school finished, he looked harassed and quite nervous. I was so worried about what could have made him so twitchy, all thoughts of hitting him over the head with my tennis racket were extinguished from my mind instantly (we played tennis together every Thursday night).
"Jam, are you alright?" I asked, moving a strand of hair from out of his deep blue eyes that you could just fall into.
"Um, one minute" he said, after I'd jumped in, hurriedly leaving the school car park and driving down a dark alley that I have never been down before.
"Jam, erm, where are we going? Jam! Stop ignoring me! Jam! You're scaring me!" By the time I got to the second sentence, I was shouting.
He kept driving, but slowed down and started soothingly rubbing my arm.
"Hey, sorry. I didn't mean to get you this het up. I just needed somewhere private to talk to you" He said twitchily
"Yeah, I don't know what effect that sentence was meant to have on me, but it didn't calm me down, like, at all." I said
Jam pulled into a closed down mechanics and locked the car doors.
"Ihme. We're not going to tennis tonight. We need to talk" He said this so seriously, for a second, I thought he was going to hurt me.
No.
I quickly banished this thought from my mind.
Jam would never hurt me.
"I- I" Jam started before shifting around as if checking for people listening in.
"Spit it out then" I said when he didn't continue.
Jam sighed looking nervous and skittish
"Ever since- ever since you overheard that phonecall of your mother's I think, jeez this is going to sound so stupid, I think I'm being followed"
I gapped at him
"What? Why would anyone follow you around? You have nothing to do with my mother's crazy- my mother's"
I took a deep breath
"affair"
"I'm not lying Ihme! I SWEAR down I'm being followed! Everywhere I go I just feel this presence and I keep seeing this same car everywhere I go" Jam said, his dark features contourted in terror
"Jam, I- I don't know what to say- what to do! Call the police, tell your parents, I don't know"
"I know, I know, I'm sorry for putting this on you but I'm scared it's linked. Suddenly after hearing that phonecall, I get a stalker? That's a little too coincidental to me" Jam said slowly, his arm around my shoulders.
"What are we going to do?" I whispered
"Nothing" Jam replied firmly
"The best thing to do in this situation is absolutely nothing. Anything else would just make it worse"
I looked into his deep eyes
"Are you sure?" I asked
"100%" he replied looking back at me just as intently
"I trust you"
YOU ARE READING
Spiderweb of Lies
Teen FictionIhme has everything she wants, but when she is in a car crash, she begins to question her whole life and the more she finds out the more danger she puts everyone she knows in. What will she find out next in the huge spiderweb of lies she's stuck in?
