2. imperceptive

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"Where were you yesterday?" asks Ariel, my best friend. We're sitting on the front steps of the school building. My eyes are heavy and tired because I barely got any sleep when I came home by 3 am. 

"What do you mean?" I ask. It's a sunny day. Rare to us. The city almost never gets any sun.

She scoffs. She doesn't take my coyness well. "Yesterday I went to your house to see if we could go bowling, but your bedroom lights were off already. So where did you go last night?"

I bit my lip.

I want to tell her about him. I should tell her about him. But I know Ariel, she won't understand. No one understands him. He makes me promise I won't tell anyone about us. I have to keep that promise for us.

"My Mom made me pick up something at the drug store. Sorry." I lie instead. Last night I was with him, wrapped in his arms and living like a princess.

I hope she'll take the bait. Ariel narrows her eyes like she doesn't believe me but nods. 

My heart slows down.

"But tomorrow we're going out." She says.

I smile "Of course. I wouldn't miss it." 

But deep down I know if he calls, I'd give up anything for him.  

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