I Should've Kept Everything Secret

~Interview w/ the L.C

            I took out my textbook and started writing the answers to some question on looseleaf. I was scribbling furiously when I heard somebody clear their throat.I looked up and saw a guy looking down at me. He had black hair and blue eyes like the ocean. He looked familiar somehow, even though I was absolutely positive that I’ve never met him in my entire life. He was at least a head taller than me.

            “Yes?” I asked, a bit annoyed that he had interrupted me.

            “I’m sorry, I disrupted you. But could you answer a question for me?” He asked. He smiled and I saw white pearly straight teeth.

            “Depends on what the question is,” I said, looking away from his smile.

            “It’s not that hard to answer. Only a yes or no will do,” He stated as he took the seat in front of me.

            “Alright,” I said and closed my textbook, giving him my full attention.

            “Are you the girl who showed the Armed Drill team?”

            This made me boiling mad. What was the big deal? All I did was a demonstration, big whoop. When were people going to stop talking about this?

            “Yes, I am.” Before the guy could speak, I continued talking. “Yes, I know I was out of line yesterday. And yes, I know I defied the lieutenant colonel. Now, please leave me alone. I don’t need a lecture and play twenty questions with you,” I snapped.

            His smile, instead of disappearing like I thought it would, got even bigger.

            “Why are you smiling at me like that?” I asked. I glared at him suspiciously.

            “Because you’re the first person I know that actually denied my—I mean the lieutenant colonel. He can never take no as an answer.”

            “Okay. Now go leave me alone,” I said and went back to my textbook. I looked at it for a minute and looked back again. He was still sitting in front of me with that silly grin on his face.

            I sighed in frustration. I slammed my textbook shut, grabbed my stuff, shouldered my bag, and stood up. I went to another table and dropped the stuff on it. I reopened my textbook again and started writing my answers.

            I heard a chair scrap against the floor and I looked up. It was him again.

            “What do you want?” I demanded. He was definitely getting on my nerves and starting to prick my temper.

            “I forgot to introduce myself. My name’s Zach. What’s yours?”

            “Willow.”

            “That’s a pretty name.” he smiled that dazzling smile again. I had to smile back.

            “Thanks, my parents named me that. They said that when they first saw e, they immediately knew what to name me.” My smile faltered a little and my voice had slightly quivered.

            Zach didn’t seem to notice the change or he didn’t show that he noticed in his face or expression.

            “I was named…I don’t know why I was named Zach.”

            “Why don’t you ask your parents?” I suggested, now interested in our conversation and forgetting about my homework.

            “My dad and I, we’re not exactly on speaking terms sometimes.”