True Identity

Chapter 8

New chapter for the first time in a while. Enjoy ♥

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We arrived at the restaurant fifteen minutes later and I thanked the driver before turning towards the restaurant, seeing a smiling Archie standing before me. I ran to him and hugged the much taller man as he laughed.

"I'm sure I only saw you a month ago." He laughed.

"It was longer than that." I complained, hugging him tighter.

"Come on, let's go eat. I'm hungry and I have questions." He said, pushing me towards the door with his hands on my shoulders. A concierge opened the doors for us, smiling as he recognised who we were. It was the same guy who greeted us everytime we'd been here in the past.

"About what?" I asked, as he followed me into the restaurant and we were led to a table near the back.

"Come on, Coral." He said.

"What?"

"You went to a dance and met a boy who you are staying with now. What happened to my little sister?" He questioned as we sat down with two waiters pulling our chairs out.

"She grew up." I laughed as I grabbed the menu but I couldn't keep the joke going with his disbelieving look. "No. Mom and Opal ganged up on me and I ended up going to this dance. No one knew who I was when I got there because I was dressed up, unlike every other day of my life. Except from one boy. He had seen me leave the house with Opal as his family just moved into the house across the road..."

"The one that's been empty for two years after Mr Harris died?" He interrupted, pointing at me with a knowing face.

"Yeah." I nodded, "Anyway, Opal was recognised and he made the connection. He then terrorised me for a week saying he'd tell everyone and is still doing so. Now, he's offered to let me stay at his apartment. I only came tonight to get away from him but now he's the one I have to go back to." 

I got distracted by thoughts about how he'd had acted over the past week and concluded that a lot of the time we spoke was when we were arguing about the real reason he was interacting with me. If he wasn't pestering me, we would probably get along; he worked quietly and seemed to have the same work ethic as me in school. Also he knew how to be a normal human with other responsibilities outside of school which I wasn't familiar with, with people that were as smart as me unless they were family. However, that didn't negate the fact that he was holding something against me.

"Seems like you've had quite the week." He replied, as I daydreamed about said boy.

"Definitely not what I'd imagined one of my first weeks of senior year to be like." I complained, picking my meal and telling the waiter when he came over.

"Who is this boy?" He said, once we'd gotten our drinks and were relaxed. "If he's not told anyone yet, he won't and he's let you stay at his apartment. He must have some kind of ulterior motive." I thought about what Archer was saying for a second. What if he was right? Usually if someone really wanted to upset anything they'd do it without talking to the person it'd concern. What was he doing? I knew it was odd that he'd let me stay at his house but I didn't think anything of it. He was quite convincing that he wanted to make up for what he did but what did he really do? Sit next to me in class every day. Say a few choice words that he probably didn't mean. But why? If he didn't what to complicate things, he would still be doing what he had been two weeks ago.

"I honestly think that he just wants to mess with me." I say after a minute of thinking. He did the same, thinking over the reply. It was an odd situation. My siblings never really understood the fact that I didn't want the limelight at school, but they did understand that I just wanted to be successful so they didn't push it very often. I was happy with my few friends so they left it.