Little Lies Big Secrets. (Novella)

Chapter 2||Bowling With A Side of Jay

"Writing is a profession for introverts who want to tell you a story, but don't want to make eye contact while doing it."~John Green
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Bowling. I haven't been in a long time. I couldn't bring music to bowling, Jazzy wouldn't let me. Then she made the argument that I wouldn't hear it. But she let me bring my notebook. I think I might have died if she didn't let me.

Walking into the bowling alley with my notebook pressed to my chest, Jazzy walking in front of me and Jay by my side. I'm not sure what we look like. Probably pretty odd. I mean, Jazzy and Jay are twins. Most people don't see that as much but you can clearly tell they're related. And then me, with my pale skin and fake red hair, hugging a notebook. Weird, just weird.
      Jazzy barrels into Nyle as soon as we enter. They begin some mouth activities. I walk around them and toward an empty table and open my notebook. Sadly I don't get to write. One of the boys on the soccer team comes to sit beside me. Doesn't straying from the group show people I don't want to talk to them?

"You're Jazzy's friend right?" The boy has blonde hair, quite like moms. But he has green eyes. I've never been a fan of green eyes. I don't know why. So I already don't like him.

"Yeah."

"Nice." He grins and scoots closer to me. "She didn't tell us how hot you were." His words rocked me to my core. I drop my pencil and my breathing gets heavy. The words just continue to repeat in my head. My vision starts to get blurry and my heart hammers in my chest. I start to feel hands on me. I know I'm not imagining that.

"Don't touch me!" I scream and bolt out of my chair. I walk backwards trying to remember where the bathrooms are. I wipe away the tears that are falling down my face. Where are the damn bathrooms!
     I knew I shouldn't have come. Too many factors for things to go wrong. I just didn't factor in the boys.

My vision is cleared up and I still manage to walk into someone. I mumble out a sorry and swerve around them. They reach out and tentatively take my hand. I recognize that skin tone. I look up into beautiful brown eyes. Jay. I see some form of worry expressed on his face. It's weird to think of him being worried about me. He loves to joke around, play pranks, tell dirty jokes.
      When we started high school Jay tried to distance himself from us. I understood it, but it still kind of hurt. He had trouble making friends. Jay is a very friendly person but he has trouble trusting people. The reason the Diaz's moved here is that their father died. Jay and Carlos-his father-were best friends. Jazzy tells me that Jay took his death the hardest. Being young made it a little easier on them both. But the after effects are still there.

"Lia." He says my name with such force and worry I am shaken right out of my mind. He pulls me close and I bury myself in him. He wraps his arms around me and I relish it. We haven't hugged in a long time. Things have been different. I've been distant. But I love how well I fit in his arms, how warm he is. I'm always cold. And he smells like rich cinnamon.

I have to push away all the things I love about him, to push away from him. I clear my eyes and wrap my arms around my midsection. I have to control myself better. 

"I saw you with Mason." Jay's jaw clenches as he says the boys' name. "Then I heard you scream and went looking for you. Are you alright?"

The worry in his eyes seems very genuine. Jay has been acting so different lately. I'm not very good at detecting what it is specifically. But there's something, I know it. I just haven't figured out what it is yet.