"Somewhere, someone is searching for you in every person they meet."
You'd think I was right when I told you the journey home was silent and uncomfortable but it wasn't. As soon as Theo had put his foot on the pedal; it seemed as though he'd left all of the previous events back at the hill; like he'd forgotten them already and he quirked up with another topic of conversation. "Hey, uh, Leah, what was with the whole boyfriend thing? You know, before at Seans' place" He said; obviously intrigued and I snorted.
"It's not like that, I didn't want to make Sean jealous or anything" I said although it was partly a lie and he raised an eyebrow. "So" he pushed for me to go on and I huffed. "I just don't like parties. okay? All that hustle and bustle, it's a dangerous place for girls in books so I just wanted to be safe." From the grips of Seans camera, my mind went on but my mouth wouldn't open.
"And that's all?" He asked, somehow not buying it and I squirmed in my seat. "Yeah, that's all" I confirmed but he continued to push. "Are you sure? Because you seemed a bit. I don't know, just, you know" Theo muttered and I looked at him. "What?" I asked and he cleared his throat. "Afraid."
"I told you parties are scary places" I explained and he rubbed his neck as the car came to a stop a few houses away from mine. "You know, if anything's going on you can tell me right?" Theo questioned and I plastered a smile on my face. "Well, duh" I said, taking my seatbelt off and leaning over to give him a quick half-hug before leaving. Of course I couldn't tell him. What if I was wrong? But there was a nagging feeling in my mind asking, what if I was right?
Theo didn't drive away until he saw me enter my house at which point he sped away at a much faster pace than he'd been driving when I was with him and I slid down the back of my front door once it had closed.
"And where have you been?" Jonah asked, coming out from the living room with his arms crossed; leaning against the wall and I blinked at him. "It's Friday, leave me alone" I mumbled and he scowled. One hell of a Friday. "We'll talk about this tomorrow. You need to be up early so just," he rubbed his forehead. "Just go to bed Leah" he ordered and I stood up, my own legs throbbing with every step and he kissed my forehead very lightly before I made my way up to my room; unaware of the time, I fell asleep in the clothes I wore; determined to not be drowsy in the morning.
*Saturday*
My head pounded as my alarm went off for the third time by my side and I used every ounce of effort inside of me to pull myself up. Yesterday's events crystal clear in my mind and I was glad it was a Saturday because I did not want to face Jackson or Sean or Rebecca or Mason or even Theo but Kyle, Kyle I could put up with.
My phone was flooded with texts and I switched it off; knowing how badly Jonah hated that darn phone and how much I did sometimes too. Saturday was going to be a good day, I hope. It was 9am and after I had a shower, I hopped into a new outfit; a baggy sweater with black jeans and fuzzy boots with that tiny furry ball hanging off it that my cat would totally play with if I had a cat.
"Leah!" Jonah called and I sighed, "Jonah!" I called back and although I couldn't see him, I knew he was totally rolling his eyes. "Do you wanna come down anytime now?" He asked from downstairs and I scrunched up my nose. "It was a rhetorical question, do not answer that, just get down" Jonah said quickly before I managed to squeeze in my sarcastic answer.
"Alright" I whispered to myself whilst hopping down the stairs and pouring some cereal in for myself. "I bet you're wondering why you had to be up early" Jonah muttered, drying a dish and smiling to himself cunningly. "Not really" I muttered, killing his buzz and he rolled his eyes again. "We're going out" Jonah said accomplished and I fake gasped. "Really" I fake squealed but he took what he could get because it had been a while since we'd been out together.
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Who's that girl?
RomantizmSmall print: There's no cliché love story here. Just a whole lot of teenage fun. Do you ever wish you could have that cliché kinda love? Like when you fall and you know someone's going to catch you. Like in the books, the movies and your dreams. I d...