Hush, it's a secret.

5. The Crazy and Crazier.

~A woman with a past is still someone's future.

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"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO."

I dropped my bag and rushed to Connor, on the other side of the parking lot.

"What? What's wrong? Police or ambulance?"

He was kneeling on the ground, his head in his hands. Cautiously, I placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Will you tell me what's wrong?"

"My bike.." he whispered, almost inaudible. I took a quick glance at his bike, a few feet away from us.

"What about it?" I frowned. Suddenly he lifted his head and started yelling at me.

"Can't you see?! Can't you see that.. that.. thing!?"

"What.. thing?"

"THAT." He pointed to the side of his bike where there was a scratch -as thin as a hair. I took a few moments to process this. Was he fucking serious?

"Are you fucking serious?" I was stunned. "I thought you were hurt or something!"

"I'm not but my baby is." he answered innocently as if he is not the biggest idiot ever. He is definitely crazy.

"I can't believe this!" I turned on my heels, intending to leave him right there with his "broken heart" but he caught my wrist.

"Where are you going leaving me in such a distress?"

"To a mental asylum to book you a room."

"Don't you dare mock a man in pain!"

"Connor, it's barely a scratch. No one can even see it." I sighed at his childish behaviour.

"I can!"

Seeing that he was not going to let me go, I reluctantly kneeled beside him and slung an arm over his shoulders. Maybe if I pretended to care he will let me go?

"Your baby will be okay.." I can't believe I just said that. "She will make it through.." What is wrong with me? "You know what? She needs a mechanic. I'll go and fetch one." I hurriedly got up, eager to get home, when he spoke again.

"Hurry up please.. Bella's condition is serious." I stopped in my tracks.

"Uhm.. Who is Bella?" Please tell me it's not what I'm thinking it is.

He looked at me incredulously before gently touching his bike. "Her of course."

That was the last straw. I bursted in a laughing fit, almost dropping to the ground. "You named your bike?"

It was almost dark, the parking lot was nearly deserted and I was laughing like a psycho in the middle of it. Just how I planned my evening.

My eyes were teary and my stomach was aching when a grey convertible pulled up beside us and a bored looking Evelyn got out of it. My laughter stopped immediately and our eyes met. I thought she would be the first to break eye contact but she didn't. Instead she stared right back. Our last conversation of why she didn't go to school was still fresh in my mind. I don't even think we can call that a conversation. Seeing her brought back all the questions I had while her emotions went from shocked to relieved to accusing.

"What are you two doing here alone?" she asked, looking between me and her brother.

"My Bella is hurt!" Connor answered alarmingly. She looked at me and we shared an exasperated eye roll.