With Love, Silvia. [✔️]

Chapter 30: Secrets Spilled

I spend three hours talking to Iris on Friday night, to the point when Dad had to force me to hang up because I was raising the cell service bill higher than it should be. 

But in those three hours, I couldn't find the courage to tell her about Ginger and the rest of the gang that I had been shelving books with for the past four days. I shouldn't be guilty, right? Make new friends and keep the old! 

I kept my mouth shut, though, especially when Iris said she told Anika off for the last time and had to hang out with only Wes and Josh. 

But that's not the only thing that made my stomach flip. Iris brought up a very touchy event. 

"So, I realized that you haven't told me something." she said after we laughed about something Mr. Redson said. 

"Uh, what?" I ask, I'm not scared at this point. 

"You and Wes went skating at the pond? And um, kissed?" 

I takes me a moment to clear my head and respond. 

"Uh..."

"You should have told me!" she exclaimed. 

I pick at a stray piece of wool on my sweater. 

"Wouldn't that freak you out? I mean he's your brother ." 

"Yea, my twin brother. I should be able to feel things right? Like if he gets hurt, I'm supposed to feel it too. So I should be able to know when he kisses my best friend!"

"It wasn't kissing!" 

"Not according to Wes." 

I groan. What on earth did he tell her?

"He kissed me on the cheek, ok? Then I ran because I'm a dork and don't know how to act in those situations." I snapped getting slightly annoyed. 

"Hmm. Well one of you is a liar here!" 

"Iris, please." I moan. 

"Ok, ok. I've had my fun. But please tell me if you kiss anyone else any time soon." she laughs. 

"Gotcha." I say and we hang up. 

It took me a moment to realize that Wes must've just told her about that day. Was he still thinking about me? Do I still like him? 

I grab my phone and look at the last text he sent me. It was from almost two months ago, so he really wasn't that interested, right? Or was he just hiding his feelings?

All of this thinking made my head hurt, so I went to the living room and told Dad goodnight. Then I went to sleep, with a whole lot on my mind. 

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Ginger texted me the next morning, which caught me off guard, because I really wanted it to be from Wes. She asked if I wanted to meet her and the rest of the group at the Starbucks near Broadway Street. 

I asked Dad if I could take the subway there, and he agreed so I texted her yes, and got ready to leave. 

To be honest, the subway was a mixture of awe and pure discomfort at the same time for me. The musicians on the benches playing music and singing were so talented, I wanted to drop a coin in everyone's tip jar that I passed. But I was also repulsed by some of the creepier residents of the subway, and not to mention the giant rats scurring around locating the next dropping of food.

But nontheless, without a car, the subway was the only form of transportation I could use to travel the city with. 

I boarded the train, lucky enough to get a seat while grumpy adults had to hold onto the railings as the subway zipped by. 

I was at Broadway in no time, and smashed through the crowds at the door. I walked to the Starbucks for the rest of the way, pulling my coat tightly around my chest as the bitter wind chapped my face. 

I pulled open the door to the Starbucks and basked in it's warmth. I found Ginger, Piper, Leo, and Asher at a table as the eagerly waved me over. I shift my messy brown hair over my right shoulder and pull up a chair. 

"Good thing you're here. We've been waiting to order for ages." Piper says dramaticly. 

"Shut up, Pipe. It always takes you an eternity on deciding which latte sounds better at the moment." Leo says playfully punching her in the arm. 

"Sorry. The subway was jam packed." I tell them. 

We get up and order our drinks, I get a hot chai tea latte and we sit together at the table once more. It just now donned on my that I had no clue why we were here, so I asked. 

"Oh, we do this every Saturday morning. Just to catch up, you know." Ginger smiles at me. "I sorta forgot you were new to us." 

I nodd my head and let the rest of the group do most of the talking. Piper recomends a great book about an orphaned girl and her dreamy new neighboor to me, after I told her I don't like romance books. She assured me that I'd love it. 

Ginger talks about her new cat that her mom finally let her get, and how it's tearing up the apartment. Leo talks about the trigometry test next week, and Asher brags about his new Apple Watch. 

It was fun to hear everyone's clamor, and laugh until we cried over the stupidest things, like the way Leo pronounced 'robot' like 'robutt'. We stayed at our table for two hours, then we all went back home after Ginger's mom texted her that she'd kill her new cat if she couldn't get home in time to stop it from eating her new magazines. 

I walk back to the subway feeling happy, and my stress over Wes was gone, at least for the moment that is. 

Until I got a text, that changed everything. 

Hi guys! 

I updated, YAY! I am so glad I got so more ideas for this story because I love it so much. :) When I was writing this I remembered an episode of The Goldbergs  (does anyone else watch that show??) When Adam and Murray get into a fight if robot is pronounced ro-bot, or ro-butt and I just had to put that in there. Lol XD

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