He Saved My Life

CHAPTER 2 ---- Just Friends?

"Can I walk you home?" Noah asked me as I was getting my things ready to go home.

"I'm walking with Ethan, but you can walk with us if you'd like to," I replied. Joey walked up beside me and smiled at Noah.

"Hey kid, how ya doin'?" Joey said.

"What's he doing here?" he asked.

"Joey lives a few houses down from us, so he's walking with m- us," I said with a smile. Joey nodded.

"Let's go, Layla," he said looking at his watch impatiently.

I grabbed Noah's wrist. "If you're coming, let's go!" He walked beside me on the way to my house. Joey walked in front with Ethan. Noah kept looking at me, making me feel uncomfortable.

"Noah, what's your problem?" I asked finally.

"What do you mean?" he wondered.

"Stop looking at me like that," I said pushing the hair out of my eyes.

"I like looking at you, though," he said.

"Well, stop liking it."

"I can't."

"TRY."

I could see my front door at this point. We walked up the gravel drive way, Joey said goodbye to Ethan and then came to me.

"Walk with me tomorrow?" he asked.

"Why not?" I agreed. He smiled and hugged me tightly.

"Can't wait to see you," he whispered. He pulled away and looked at Noah.

"Great to see you," he said. Noah just nodded. I walked up to the front porch.

"I guess I will see you tomorrow," Noah said starting to step off the porch. I grabbed his arm.

"Why don't you come in?" I asked. He smiled.

"Okay." We walked inside and Ethan was eating already, mom doing the dishes. She didn't acknowledge the fact that I was her child too. Nor did she care that I was her child.

"Let's go upstairs," I whispered to him.

"Don't you need to tell you're mom I'm here?" he wondered.

"No, she'll kick you out. Now hurry before she sees!" I said hurriedly. He walked up the stairs and to my room. I shut the door behind us. He sat on my bed, the bedspread from eighth grade fading ever so slightly.

"I haven't been in here since freshman year when I was with Sophia," he said smiling. I was standing against the door awkwardly, not knowing what to say. Noah hadn't spoken to me for three weeks before now. Why?

"Yeah, fun times."

"No, she was a fake," he said harshly. "I don't think she even loved me."

"She didn't," I replied feeling empathy for him.

He laughed. "Sounds like her," he said.

"What should we do now?" I asked.

"Wanna go out?" he asked.

"What do you mean 'go out'?" I asked.

He laughed. "Do you want to go out and do something with me?"

"Oh, sure," I said wondering if he thought this was a date.

"Okay, let's go."

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We walked a couple of blocks to Noah's house so we could drive to where he was taking me. He still wouldn't tell me where we were going after I had asked multiple times.