Wilde

Secrets

***Whoop, Chapter 4, enjoy :)****
Jack's POV

It's three minutes to noon when I arrive at the diner on second. I take a seat at one of the booths by the window and the waitress asks me what I would like to eat.
    "I'm actually waiting for someone," I explain, "Maybe just a soda for now."
    She nods and slips away. Ten minutes pass and Lyndsey has yet to appear. I start to wonder if she's coming at all, that is until I catch a glimpse of her shiny blonde hair through the window. She is sitting on the curb with her head in her hands. The waitress puts a soda on the table and I tell her I'll be right back before walking outside.
Lyndsey is sobbing quietly and my heart breaks at the sight.
"Lyndsey?" I ask cautiously, sitting down next to her, "What's wrong?"
She slowly lifts her head from her hands and looks up at me, " I'm... I'm sorry... I thought I could do this..."
I can see her bottom lip start to tremble again so I gently wrap my arm around her shoulder and she leans her head on my chest in response.
We sit on the curb for quite some time until she decides she is ready to go inside. She never does tell me what is wrong, but I decide not to press the issue.  After sitting down at the table and ordering some burgers, she starts to tell me about  Chimney Rock.
"So it's pretty much the lamest place ever. This diner and the movie theater are okay and so is Mac's Mini Golf if you're into that sort of thing," she says before popping a French fry I her mouth, "Personally, I like hanging out in the woods or at the lake, but I'm very much an outdoors person so..."
"Oh great," she mutters, and I turn my head to see what she is looking at.
    A blonde girl who is wearing way to much make- up and not enough clothing walks through the door, the bell jingling as she does.
Lyndsey turns back to face me again, "I figure we have about twenty seconds before bottle blonde, aka Taylor Hopewell, gets here, so prepare to be fumigated by juicy couture; I usually just hold my breath until she goes away."
       I chuckle a little at Lyndsey's remark; I had not realized she could be so entertaining.
    "Hi there," Taylor says as she leans down, resting her elbow on the table; Lyndsey wasn't kidding about the fumigation thing, Taylor is wearing enough perfume to suffocate just about anyone, "Tell me, what's a guy like you doing here with that...thing."
    She is referring to Lyndsey who looks down at her hands sadly, and that makes me upset, "Well from where I'm sitting, it looks like you are more plastic than human, so if anyone here is a 'thing' it's you."
    Taylor looks appalled and Lyndsey looks at me like I'm crazy.
    Taylor says something else before walking away, but I'm not paying any attention to her, I'm too busy watching Lyndsey's reaction.
    "Holy crap, did you actually just say that?" Lyndsey asks me completely shocked.
    I nod, "She deserved it and I'm pretty sure it's true anyway so..."
    "Yeah, but nobody around her says that sort of stuff to her, even if it is true," Lyndsey explains then smiles at me, "You're awesome."
    "Nah, I just call 'em like I see 'em," I say with a smile, "So, want to show me that lake you were talking about?"
    She nods, "Sure." 
    We walk out to the parking lot and she says I can follow her to the lake before sliding into her car. The drive isn't very long and we arrive at the lake in under fifteen minutes.
    "So what do you do out here?" I ask.
    "Well," she starts, sitting down on a large flat rock, "Sometimes I fish, or swim, or fish and swim. Other times I draw or bird watch, stuff like that. I guess it sounds kind of lame out loud."
    I shake my head, "No, it sounds awesome."
    "Can we just sit and talk for a while?"she asks and I comply, sitting down on the rock beside her.
    I learn a lot about Lyndsey in the next hour or so. She lives with her mom on the north end of town and ever since her dad left when she was six, her mom has been traveling a lot for work so she spends a lot of time by herself. I can tell she is holding something back, but I don't press her on it. I figure she'll tell me when she wants to.
"What about you? What brings you to the middle of nowhere?" She asks me.
I smile, "Well I grew up in Manhattan, but it's just so loud and crowded, so I thought maybe my senior year I should find some peace and quiet."
"Seriously?" she asks, "You gave up New York City in exchange for the lamest town in the country?"
"In as word," I start, "Yes."
She shakes her head, "I'm declaring you insane, Jackson Wilde."
I laugh and shrug my shoulders, "Maybe."
She tells me she needs to get home because her friend Lexi is coming over for dinner.
She stands up and starts down the trail towards her car, but she pause and turns back to face me, "I had a really nice time with you today."
"Me too." I reply, "I'll see you Monday then?"
"Yes."
I watch her drive away and immediately kick myself for not getting her phone number.
When I arrive home, my aunt is preparing dinner in the kitchen.
"Hey," she says, "Where have you been all day?"
"I was with a girl from school," I explain.
"That's nice," she says, "I hope you're hungry, I'm making spaghetti."
We make small talk over dinner, but I am not really present. I can't stop thinking about Lyndsey. Her laugh, her quick wit, everything about her intrigues me. I'm determined to learn more about her.

***Sorry if this chapter sucks, it'll get better lol, keep reading :)***