Secrets And Lies

Chapter 8: Revenge Is Sweet.

Ryan

I started to second guess my decision to let Foster give me a ride home when I saw his old Food Ranger. It looked like it could fall apart just by going over a speed bump. He may be a good guy, but I doubted that we would make it to my house in one piece.

He opened his door, the hinge protesting loudly. I winced and opened the passenger side door, trying to ignore the metal on metal sound. I told myself that it would be fine at repeated the mantra as I st down and closed the door.

I quickly buckled as he started the ignition and sent up a silent prayer that we wouldn't break down.

Despite how his truck looked, it sounded perfectly fine. I found myself relaxing a bit as he pulled out of the lot.

"So, you wanted to talk to be about Taylor." I prompted.

Foster glanced at me briefly, then rubbed the back of his neck nervously.

"Yeah. Is she seeing someone? I want to ask her out."

"She hasn't said anything about seeing someone.  Pretty sure she'd say yes if you asked her out." I told him.

He glanced at me again, then gave me a megawatt smile.

"I've been wanting to for a while. Just never had the nerve." He admitted.

His honesty caught me off guard. I didn't know how to reply to that, so I let the uncomfortable silence linger between us.

I planted my gaze out the window and a men's ad for underwear on a billboard caught my attention. An idea quickly formed and I could almost hear my cousins voice plotting what she would do in this situation.

"We need to make a pit stop. " I broke the silence. "You mind stopping at the drug store?"

"Uh...okay." he raised a quizzical brow.

I didn't elaborate and again silence followed.

Five minutes later, he parked the truck in front of the Wood Port Pharmacy and made a move to get out.

"Just need to grab tampons." I said quickly, hoping it would make him uncomfortable enough to stay in the car.

I didn't want him to know what I was up to. He was friends with Axel, and I didn't want him to rip him off.

"I'll wait here." He said, causing me to release the breath I was holding.

I nodded and quickly got out.

As soon as I got inside, I quickly made my way to the right aisle and grabbed several tubes of oral numbing gel.

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Foster turned into my street and my stomach started turning. The last thing I needed was for my mother to see me get out of his truck.

"Pull over here." I said quickly when we got a few houses away.

"Why? You embarrassed to be seen with me?" He asked jokingly.

"My dad will give both of us a hard time if he sees me get out of your truck. He'd deem it unsafe. No offense. He just knows cars...and trucks...yours looks to have seen better days. " I shrugged, telling him half of the truth.

Foster gulped and nodded at the mention of the sheriff. He was afraid of him?  I shook the thought away, thanked him for the ride as he pulled over and got out.

Luckily, my parents weren't home, so I didn't have to deal with my mother. For now at least.

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