Best Kept Secret (Best Kept #1)

Chapter 5: Friendship Built On Cupcakes

Song: I'm Already Gone by A Day To Remember (Also known as one of the greatest bands of all time.)

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I waved to my mom as she drove away from the library, a fake smile on my face. As soon as she was gone, it faltered and I turned to walk inside. It was a fake smile because I was terrified. She didn't catch me on Saturday night, but I'm not going to get too happy about that. It was one time. I may not be so lucky this one, but I was going to do it anyway.

I found an empty table near the back in the adult section. There were never people back here. They liked the young adult section or they're on the computers. Here it's pretty secluded and separated from the rest of the library. And from my seat, I have a clear view of the entrance to watch for Benji.

While I waited, I pulled out one of my textbooks and flipped through the pages. My mind wouldn't focus on the words, but I continued going through like I knew what I was reading. After a few minutes, I dropped my head down onto the pages.

Benji clouded my mind. He found a way to weasel in after only a week. I've never had a guy pay attention to me the way Benji does. He flirts and he's not ashamed to make it known.

My mom would drop dead if she knew. She'd most likely lock me in my room until I died. I didn't get a chance to even get my first kiss in school. I shouldn't really care about a first kiss, but when you're eighteen and rarely see the outside other than the bakery, I feel stupid. I'd never tell anyone that I haven't had my first kiss yet. It shouldn't be embarrassing, but it kind of is only because people would judge me for it.

Maybe I care a lot about my first kiss. Some girls my age are worried about their virginity and I'm worried about my lip virginity. Whatever, I guess.

"Working hard?"

I lifted my head from my book and saw Benji standing on the other side of the table. "Clearly," I replied sarcastically with a grin to match.

Benji's lips tugged into a smirk. "Well let's go, Grumpy. We have a lot to do."

I fought a smile and packed my book back in my bag, then proceeded around the table to Benji. "Where to first?"

"First, breakfast. Breakfast always comes first."

"After my heart already," I joked as we walked out of the library.

Benji laughed. "I need to change my tactics since you're onto me."

He led me to his truck that was parked in the lot beside the building. We both climbed in and Benji drove off. He only drove a few miles before parking into the side lot of a small place. I've been here maybe once with my grandma a few years ago, but don't remember much about it.

I followed Benji up the sidewalk and inside where we were seated right away. A waitress, maybe mid-twenties, took our drink orders and left. I looked at Benji and rested my chin on the palm of my hand. "When's the last time you saw ten in the morning?"

Benji leaned back, placing a hand over his abdomen. A hint of a smile touched his lips. "Quite a few months."

"Party all night, sleep all day?" I teased.

A grin surfaced. "Something like that."

"What's the status on cupcakes?"

He held up his pointer and thumb, forming a zero. "I'll be back for more though, don't worry."

"Of course I'm going to worry," I said dramatically. "I can't think what you're going to do without cupcakes, Benji."