Complicated

Chapter 18

Sarah's POV:

"I don't have much choice, don't I?" I grimaced when I saw Ryan's -yes I finally got his name correctly- triumph smile. "Yup and that's why you have some explanation to do" he said in a sarcastic overly joyed tone. I could tell him but the question is, can I trust him?

Just make up some lie if you can't the voice in my head scolded me and so I did. "Nothing much. Like you said, I was mistaken for someone eles" I shrugged, though it doesn't hide that I'm nervous in the inside. His Davis' close friend for crying out loud! He didn't want to tell his so why on earth will I tell mine.

Ryan gave me the are-you-serious look. "Thats bullshit. You and I both know that is just utter bullshit. You were trying to hide from me Collins. If you were really innocent, you would have screamed for help, especially once you saw me. They didn't even put anything on your mouth" he stated all the facts that clearly is putting me wrong.

I hung my head low in shame. "That could not be anymore true" I admitted. I glanced up at him to see him shocked because I actually admitted. Debating if I should trust him or not, I gave him a look. "What?" he raises his right eyebrow.

So much for having a record at keeping this secret. I ignored the voice.

"How do I know you're not going to tell somebody eles? How can I trust you? You know Davis and I aren't exactly good'ol friends and yet I'm going to tell you? You didn't even tell me your share of story and I have to tell mine?" I said straight to the point. He was quiet for a moment.

"I could be your friend. Just because Kristofer is mine, doesn't mean I can't be yours. Don't you think you owe me that much after I saved you?" he paused.

"Fine, at times Kristofer is kind to you and then later not. Did you notice? Its so random actually, you would think his bipolar. Its complicated but one thing I know for sure is that you're stirring some feelings in him. And that's a big deal, seriously. It's good to trust someone eles other than your friend. There's also no point of telling someone your secrets. Its not mine to tell anyway." he said.

I could see the sincerity in his eyes. Could I possibly finally spill my guts -not literally- and not keep the secrets, at least to 1 person being him? I think you should. Finally, the good side of the voice in my head. It's always the mean one.

You really think so? Yup What if- No what if's But- No but's Fine No, oh ok. Continue. I have to take a risk right? From time to time, yes. I gave one last look at him and nodded. I owe him this and its time to pay him back.

"How long did you study in our school?" I asked him. I need to know that he knows some stuff to understand this. He furrowed his eyebrows. "What does it have to do- Are you trying to change the subject?!" He exclaimed. I was a bit taken back.

I would not do that, especially in this situation. "No, I'm serious. You need to answer this questions and that way when I'll tell you, you'll underatand it easily. " I gave him a pleading look to believe me. "Since 7th grade" he answered.

I reclined on the ground besides my legs were starting to get numb. "Was there any drama that spread like fire at school or anything whatsoever" I asked as he joined me on the ground.

"As in something big that nobody had stopped talking about for months" I prompted. I was looking at the clear sky, patiently waiting for his answer. I glanced at him, checking if he fell asleep but no. He had the thinking hard look. It was quite cute actually.

"Well, there was this girl who was the same year as me that time. It was 9th grade and her name was 'Alexandra Elizabeth Perndeza'. She was attractive and friendly but had this vibe like 'You come near me, I'll kill you' which makes her even more attractive. We were hi/bye friends- well I think so because sometimes I feel like she doesn't know I existed -cue me wincing- She was best friend with yours actually. She was beautiful- I mean is- " he rambled.