Secrets

Chapter 17 : Secrets

Chapter 17

The next day...

Jen POV

I'd gotten a text from Mike, saying he was out of the hospital, and he was still wondering if he could take me out tonight, and prove whatever it was to me.

I'd agreed. But I definitely wasn't telling Riker.

Speaking of Riker, I see him walking over here right now...

I opened the door before he had a chance to knock.

"How did you-"

"I saw you coming."

"Oh..."

Riker followed me to my room. We both sat down on my bed.

"So I was wondering if you wanted to do something tonight," Riker said, taking my hand in his.

"Uh... I can't..."

"Why not?"

"I um... I made an appointment to see my doctor for my anxiety."

"Oh... Well good. I'm happy for you."

Yeah, well I'm not happy about lying to you...

"Well what time do you have to leave? We could do something until then."

"Uh... Actually, I have to leave pretty soon. So um... We can't really do anything. Why don't you go home, and I'll text you later."

I pulled Riker up from my bed, and pulled him to the front door. He had a weird look on his face.

"I'll text you, ok?" I asked, opening the front door.

"Uh... Yeah."

"Ok, bye!"

I practically pushed him out the door. I just wanted to get rid of him so he couldn't ask any more questions, and so I wouldn't have to lie to him anymore.

I changed into black skinny jeans, and a purple tank top. I put on some converse, did my hair and makeup, and snuck out the backdoor so Riker didn't see me. I walked down the road, and waited for Mike to pick me up at the bottom of our street.

After about 5 minutes, he pulled up, and I got in his car.

"Why are you down here? I thought you'd be at your house," Mike said, driving off.

"I didn't want Riker to get suspicious."

"Oh..."

The sun was going down as he parked at a restaurant. We walked inside together, and got a table in the back.

"Order anything you want. Dinner's on me," Mike said.

"Ok..."

A little later, after our food had come, I asked Mike what he was planning on doing with me tonight.

"Jen, I just want to talk to you, and try to convince you to take me back. I'm different. I told you, I'm going to counseling and stuff."

I sighed.

"Yeah, well..."

"Ask me anything you want."

"Anything?"

"Anything."

"Well then why'd you cheat on me in the first place?"

"I don't know... You seemed so stressed out all the time, and I knew your best friend from school, and you guys are a lot alike, except she wasn't stressed like you were. I guess I was just tired of dealing with you being stressed all the time."