Till Death Do Us Part {Completed}

Chapter Thirteen - I Trust You With My Life

~Chapter Thirteen - I Trust You With My Life~

I didn’t see Finn for the next few days.

            I would love to say I was being strong and independent and standing up for myself and not giving him a second thought, but then I’d be lying.

            I looked for him everywhere I went. I wanted to see him again, and since ghosts didn’t exactly carry cell phones, I knew there was way to see him unless he decided to come back to me.

            I occupied my time by continuing to talk to Lucas and try and get a confession out of him, but apparently he just didn’t want to go to jail for killing his best friend. He really did seem innocent, but I knew better. The way he answered questions just a little too quickly, flushed when Finn’s name came up, and the smoldering of his dark eyes when I hinted a little too closely to the truth.

            His abstinence to admit he killed Finn was driving me nuts, and I was running out of ideas on how to wring a confession out of him.

            I’d been so desperate for answers yesterday that I’d even resorted to sounding like a whiny brat.

            Lucas and I had been sitting together at lunch, and I had been twisting uncomfortably under the weight of his dark gaze as he told me about football practice. None of our friends had arrived yet, and he had his arm swung casually over my shoulders, though it burned like fire coursing through my veins.

            I was pretending to listen—like I always did—but my mind was too caught up on Finn. What was he doing? Was he thinking of me? How could I get Lucas to admit he had killed Finn that night of September 2nd?

            I was growing increasingly desperate by the minute, until finally I looked up at Lucas with large, pleading eyes.

            He froze mid-sentence—he had been going on about something to do with battering rams and mouth-guards (attractive, I know)—when he froze at my gaze. “What’s up, babe?”

            “You trust me, right?” I whined, sounding like a bratty cheerleader—which, I probably was. But I was out of options, and I needed with every fiber of my being to know if he would trust me with a secret like that.

            He pecked my lips tenderly and whispered, “Of course I do. I’d trust you with my life.”

            And the puns just kept on coming.

            “You’d tell me if you did something bad, right? You trust me enough to tell me if something big happens?” I murmured, staring into his dark gaze.

            He swallowed thickly, and his eyes turned grave and suspicious. “What are you talking about, Lace?”

            Damn, I knew I’d said the wrong thing to him. God, I’m so stupid! I shouldn’t have laid it on so thick. Now he knew something was up.

            “N-Nothing,” I stammered, blushing and averting my gaze. “I was just wondering.”

            He tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear. “I’d tell you if something big happened,” he replied, kissing my cheek. “Promise.”

            Liar.

            I didn’t push him, knowing I’d only make myself look worse, but just smiled at him happily and continued eating lunch. Just then Hayley, Gabbi, Emma, Beth and two of Lucas’s friends, Ben and Mark, walked up and cut off our conversation.