Chapter 9

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The next few weeks were spent in complete bliss. Trevor and I went on countless dates and we constantly talked and texted each other. In just a short amount of time, we had become inseparable.

Lilly took it all in stride, for the most part. There were a few times when she insisted we hang out, just us girls, and I couldn’t refuse her. We had been friends first and I wasn’t going to be one of those girls that ditched her friends just because she got a boyfriend.

Boyfriend. Just a month ago, that word held a completely different meaning for me. It was lackluster and bland with a sense of dread following it. Now, that word came to life with vibrancy I never knew before. I felt like a different person-free and alive. We brought out the best in each other and I couldn’t believe how close we became in just those few short weeks. It’s like I had been in a desert, searching for water my whole life and I finally found an oasis.  

I noticed, though, when I went to his apartment for the first time that he had no pictures up. No pictures of friends or family, none of his father. I didn’t think anything of it at first, but it kept nagging at me. So the next time I went over there, I decided to ask him about it. He looked surprised at first, and then quickly schooled his features to look casual.

“Oh they’re all back in Colorado. I plan to get them when I go back in the spring.” He told me he wanted to visit his Dad over spring break and I had been trying to persuade him to let me go with him. He refused every time, which I wasn’t going to lie, kind of hurt my feelings a little. How bad was his relationship with his father that he wouldn’t want me to meet him? It seemed like the more I discovered about Trevor, the more questions arose.

“Still, it’s just odd that you have nothing that connects you to Colorado. You just brought the necessities and nothing else.” Trevor paused, gathering his thoughts, and I got the nagging suspicion that he was lying to me about something, something huge.

“I transferred here last minute and didn’t have time to pack a lot of stuff.” He said while rubbing the back of his neck, his telltale nervous gesture. I was getting frustrated knowing he’s keeping something from me and absolutely refuses to let me in. I placed my hand on his arm, making him look at me, then he quickly glance away. He was obviously uncomfortable but I was going to push the subject this time. He could only push me away for so long.

“Look, Trevor, I can tell it’s hard for you to talk about your father and your life back in Colorado, but you have to let me in some time. I just want to understand you better, to get to know where you come from. It just doesn’t seem fair to me that you know pretty much everything about me, but I know very little about you.” He sighed and turned away from me. I crossed my arms over my chest and let him gather his thoughts.

“You’re right, it’s not fair and I’m sorry. I’ll tell you anything you want to know, just not right now. Please, just give me some time, babe.” I nodded, accepting those terms, and let him put his arms around me. I sighed and returned the hug. It was impossible to stay upset with him but I wasn’t going to let him get away with this.

The following week, I was with Lilly for some much needed girl time. Trevor still wouldn’t divulge any information about his family and it was really getting to me. Didn’t he trust me? I unloaded all of my worries on Lilly and thankfully she didn’t mind. Best friends really came in handy during these situations.

We had just gotten to her dorm, a place I hadn’t been to in a long time. For some reason we usually went to mine because it’s more centrally located or we met up somewhere else. Today, I just wanted to vent somewhere private and my roommate was actually in our room for once.

“So last week I told him it wasn’t fair how he knew everything about me but I barely know anything about him. He said to give him time but I’m skeptical. He hasn’t said a word about it since.” I said as I sat on her bed and she quickly followed suit. I grabbed a throw pillow and placed it in front of me, grasping it to my chest for comfort.

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