We Are The Kids Our Parents Warned Us About

We are the kids our parents warned us about (45)

This is so boring. I lazily turn the pages of a book I found in my desk. I should be at lunch with my friends but at this point, I don't really want to see Jackson flirting it up with Emma while he was kissing some other girl yesterday. Mariana told me she didn't come but Emma sometimes comes late. Aiden's back today too, but he as well as everyone else, seems off. I feel like all of us are slowly separating and that's what we're we're all afraid of a few months ago. We need to do something together. Go on a trip.

OH! Why didn't I think of that earlier?! We can go to the cabin I have a few hours away. We could bond like we used too, and now we have more people. Dylan and Nathan, I could probably get to know Nathan more. He seems so predictably mysterious. He looks like your typical fuck boy yet there's something about him that just tells you that's the opposite of who he is. He's down right godly too. Hmm.

"Didn't know you could be so quiet." Oh god. I look up from my book, Letters from Rifka, to see his messy black hair tousled everywhere. Did he just get out of bed? His dark eyes look depressing and his lips look as if he's been biting them, giving them a deep red color. He looks like those typical hot guys you see in Instagram pictures but with the hair cut of a skateboard kind of guy. Does that even make sense?

"James." I look back down at my book. "Didn't know you could be such a stalker."

He clicks his tongue. "Don't worry I don't need to stalk you, I already know everything about you." I roll my eyes, trying to read the words of my book. He's so distracting.

"I don't like you." I mutter.

"You don't know me." My eyes widen, the way he said it, threatening. He still gives me the heebie-jeebies. I look up at him.

"Leave James. Dylan is bound to find me."

He cocks and eyebrow. "Who? Your little puppet?"

I almost rip the pages of my book. "Excuse me?" What the hell is that supposed to mean?

He surrenders. "Hey, relax. You just tend to drag him around like he's a lost puppy."

I scowl. "Give me one example." I dare.

He stares at me, glancing down at my book. "Thirty seconds."

"What?" I ask. He shrugs, "He comes looking for you like you're some sort of trophy."

"It's called being a friend, something you obviously haven't had in a long time." I close my book, crossing my arms against my chest. He smirks.

"Listen here sweetheart, you don't know anything about anyone. You walk around like you know your friends. Like you know Dylan. You don't have a single clue about
any of them. And you know what's the funny part? It's not even your oblivious minds fault. You just aren't the person someone comes to to pour their hearts out. Deep down, you think you have everyone wrapped around your pretty little finger, but your rings are falling princess." My lips part and he look up at the clock. "Times up." He gets up, walking around a corner, completely disappearing into oblivion.

I drop my book onto the table, slumping down into my seat.

"Lexi?" I hear his voice. He's right. Oh my god. He's right. The breaths knocked out of me, and I can't react. I'm just tired of lying. I don't want to talk. I feel like I don't know anyone. You don't have a single clue about any of them. I'm fine. The words fill me head, all the things my friends have said that I never thought twice of. I know a short cut. I never noticed this before. I swallow. Trying to get myself to take a deep breath. How is it, that the people I've known for so many years, I know so little about? Is it me? Am I the only one who has told them so much about myself?  I look up at Dylan who is sitting where James just sat. He looks at me, worriedly and all I want to do is tell him to stop.