Save Me

Chapter 3: Everybody's Got A Secret

Erika

Lucas Perry. Also known as the guy from McDonalds and the douchey classmate I never really asked for. He even looked a little miffed.

I must've taken too long coming up with a proper response to him showing up at my place after school without letting me know because he replied with a peeved, "Are you gonna let me inside?"

"Uhh..." I said, my face still scrunched in confusion.

He rolled his eyes. "Uhhhhh... what?" He mocked.

"Nothing, um. Come on in." I recovered from the stun and led Lucas through the house and into the dining room. The table sat eight people and he took the chair seating at the end. I took the one across from him.

"So, since we have to choose a scientist, I think we should do John Bowlby and his attachment theory. And we can be simple and use a PowerPoint to present our project."

"Okay," I said, going along with his idea.

"I'll take the part about his attachment theory and you can talk about his biography."

"Sure."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. What's wrong?"

"Why do you do that?" He asked, out of the blue.

"Do what?"

"Nod your head and agree with me. Like you don't have any ideas."

"I don't," I lied.

"I beg to differ. Whenever I tell you something, you just nod your head but you hate that idea, so you shift in your chair and look at your lap."

"How do you..."

"You kept doing it all throughout class when you weren't staring at the side of my face. I can read you like a book."

Hardly.

"You just did it again. It's obvious that you have so much to say. Tell me what you think," he said in a sarcastic tone. "Or do you even think?"

"Do you want to know I think? I think that you're a patronizing, cocky, smartass who puts himself on a high pedestal and doesn't take other people's opinions into consideration." I leaned back in my chair, putting my head in my hands.

"I'm sorry!"

"Feel better now?" He asked, ignoring my apology.

"What?"

"That you got your opinion out. I know how much you wanted to say it."

"It's not often people ask for my opinion."

"So why do you just go along with everything someone says?"
"Because it's easier that way." There was a few seconds of silence. "Well, I have more ideas," I said, changing the topic.

Lucas paused, but he went along with it. "Okay, spill."

"What if we do John Bowlby, but express his theory in a more creative way. And I have the perfect idea. We can, like, make up a story of people demonstrating the theory."