We Are The Kids Our Parents Warned Us About

We are the kids our parents warned us about (44)

"Are we gonna tell her?" Mariana asked me twelve minutes ago. We sit down on my couch, staring at my coffee table.

Why does this have to happen?

"We don't have a choice." I finally answer, running my hand through my hair for the seventh time in the past two minutes. She drops her head in her hands, bringing her knees up to her chest. "I don't want too." I hear her muffle.

Makes two of us

"Jacksons not a bad guy. I don't want to lose him. Maybe there's something we're missing. He wouldn't-I don't-" She lets out a long breath. "Jackson would never do that."

"I don't know." I shake my head. "Seems like I don't really know anyone anymore."

She drops her hands, looking up at the ceiling. "You're right. I feel like we're all keeping things from each other and yet, we're not gonna change anything. I just- I don't want to lie anymore."

I look at her. "You're lying about something?"

She tilts her head towards me. "Are you?" I bite my lip. Yes. She nods, like she read my mind.

"Then what's stopping us?"

"Because the truth will get you in trouble. And lately we've been all avoiding that." She answers.

I stare at her. She's... changed? She's almost more mature. Mariana always made everything seem like a joke. Even when her adopted parents pretended not to know her, she made a joke right after a whole day of crying about it. Whatever she's hiding, I guess it might have changed her. Or is, at least. I don't even know what I'm hiding. What Dylan's going through? What I'm holding in? I have no clue.

And Jackson? Cheating? I don't know. Jacksons always been a very loyal guy, maybe an asshole at times, but always loyal. He would never. Not from what Mariana saw.

Maybe we shouldn't be jumping to conclusions.

"Yeah, maybe. But what other excuse could there be?" Mariana asks.

Did I just say that out loud?! I need to work on that. "Okay here's what we do. We give it three days. Maybe they broke up or something."

"Emma would have called us." Mariana replies.

"Unless, she's grounded, which, she always is. She might not have her phone. Or she might just not want to talk about it." I try to convince.

"Okay even if they did break up, which is really doubtful, would he really just go hook up with some girl a few minutes later?"

I nod. "Yeah, that's what all our guy friends would. Except maybe Mason, Caleb, and Dylan."

"Okay three days. But you're telling her." She points.

"What?!" I exclaim. "Why me?" Why am I always the one who has to do the hard stuff? I don't want to be the person who tells Emma she was cheated on, possibly, by Jackson."

"Because there's no way I will!" She argues.

"You're the one who saw!" I argue back.

She groans. "Fine, but you so owe me."

I roll my eyes. "Whatever."

We stay there, and I close my eyes, almost falling asleep. I feel so tired today. I don't even know how I managed to get out of bed.

"Lexi?"

"Hmm?"

"Are you gonna ask me what I'm lying about?" She asks. My eyes open, and I look over at her. "I wouldn't want you to ask me."

"Don't you want to know?"

"Honestly," I sit up. "No, I don't have the energy to keep more secrets. Tell me when it's no longer a secret, maybe I'll do the same with you."

She nods, looking dull. "Mariana go home. You look like you could use some sleep, and from the looks of it, I do too. We'll figure this whole Jackson thing out tomorrow."

She nods. "Yeah okay. I'll see you tomorrow." She sighs getting up.

"You need a ride or something, your house is like ten minutes away, and it's really cold." I get up.

She smiles. "It's fine. I know a short cut." She bites her lip.

I narrow my eyes at her. "Short cut?"

"Hey." She shrugs, and wicked smirk crossing her lips. "You said to tell you when it wasn't a secret anymore. I'm sticking to that." I cock an eyebrow while she lets out a small laugh, walking out of my house.

I'm starting to regret that decision. I shake my head, running upstairs towards my room. I take off my jeans, switch shirts, brush my teeth and put my hair up in a very messy bun.

Oooooh my bed looks so good right now. I set up an alarm even though it just turned six and I might wake up in a little and crawl into bed. Ahhhh. This is nice. I snuggle into my pillow, hugging one of my other ones as I wrap a leg around it. I know I'm not the only one who does this.

Sometimes I wish I had a boyfriend to do this with. You know what? Not even a boyfriend just a supportive, great and understanding friend.

No you need a boyfriend

I don't need anyone. I'm a strong, independent woman who doesn't need a mad. Pfft! Nonsense.

But you want one.

.... okay yeah.... maybe a little.

And I pass out.

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I literally have no idea what I was doing with this chapter because I have an idea of what I really want to do but I need to... clear up more thing????? Set up some stuff. Yeah there's going to be a new character coming in so WATCH OUT. they're pretty important. Oh and someone might be coming back. Honestly i almost forgot about them.