[Isabella]
"Babe, do you know Garrett Harris," Shawn asked. I did know him. He was my best friend. Until he turn into mr. popular and left. That I did not forget. I never told Shawn."Um, no? Why," I asked. "Just saw him yesterday," he said simply. I nod, "Can you pass me the salt," I said, changing the topic. I added a bit of salt to the chicken. "When my mom came, she told me something about Garrett," Shawn said putting down the knife. I cut off the heat since the chicken was done. "What did she tell you," I asked getting plates. He stayed quite for a bit. "She... She told me Garret is my brother," Shawn said. I didn't believe him until I saw the look in his eyes.
I was confused. "Before my dad met my mom, he hit it off with Garrett's mother. When my dad found out he left and then he met my mom and had me and Aaliyah."
I sighed, "I do know Garrett."
He looked at me, "You lied to me?"
"No. I just remembered because I didn't know if you talking about this Garrett," I lied.
He nodded, "How do you know him?"
"School. He was a close friend," I lied. Tell him. Tell him that he hurt you. Tell him that you cut because of him. Tell him he used you. Tell him you loved him.
"Oh. Did you ever talked to him before you came here?"
I sighed, "He left before I could say goodbye."
Shawn looked at me. I knew he was hesitating to say something.
He cleared his throat, "Let's eat."
