You're supposed to be mine.

Chapter 20

Chapter 20 

"You do?" he raised an eyebrow. Uh-oh. My avoiding him all day hadn't quite worked out to plan. He caught up with me right at the end of the day. I smiled a guilty smile. "Have you been avoiding me?" He added, putting on a pretend girly voice. 

I rolled my eyes dramatically enough for him to notice before replying, "Yes, and it didn't work. Did it?"

An unrecognisable expression crossed his face for only a minute as he seemed to process that sentence. "Anyway.. I was looking for you. I thought you might fancy a ride home?" He edged, with a more genuine smile. 

I really didn't want to spend any more time with him. Everything just seemed to be odd, and every time i was with him I always said the wrong thing and made everything worse. Right now I couldn't afford additional weirdness between us. Besides, I had plenty of time to spare, so I could walk home, couldn't I? "Thanks, but I think i'll just walk home." 

It was his turn to roll his eyes at me, "Don't be an idiot. Its chucking it down!"

Oh yeah.. I had forgot that minor detail in the time it had took me to walk from my class to outside the door. I shook my head slightly for his benefit. "It's fine, honestly. I don't mind walking."

He stared at me like i had grown a second head for moment before grabbing my hand and starting to tow me down the corridor but still managing to be gentle. I began my protests after a couple of seconds but I wasn't too harsh since I didn't want to hurt his feelings, in case he suspected I would do anything so I didn't need to be in the same car as him. As if he read my mind of it's suspicions of what he would be thinking, he sighed and turned round to face me. He kept a firm grip on my hand and looked straight into my eyes, making me feel slightly nervous. "Eboni, don't you trust me?" 

"What? Of course I trust you." i trusted him, right? I thought for a few seconds before I decided that I did trust him. Undoubtedly, he was a player and he has hurt me slightly over the past few days, but i only had myself to blame. I let him in! I had feelings for him, and I couldn't quite decide what those feelings were and I knew that I needed to figure out, and fast. But in the back of my mind, I was certain that if it came down to it, he would never purposely hurt me, because he wasn't the time. Also, Brooke would kick his ass until he was barely juices on the floor! I subconsciously smiled to myself as I thought of this. 

"Then why are you so reluctant to come in the car with me? I won't kidnap you!" he grinned on the last part. 

"I know, I just really enjoy walking in the rain." I shrugged. Who was I kidding? the only thing worse than rain was rain and wind together, and I would never forgive myself if I forced myself to walk home in that weather. 

"You know you're a really bad liar, right?" He cocked an eyebrow and before I could reply, he turned and began pulling me down the corridor again. 

***

Before running to my house very quickly as an attempt to stay dry - which didn't work what so ever! and my hair had just went 'boom' - I gave a quick 'goodbye' and 'thank you' to Aaron.

I jumped on my bed when i made it to my room and pulled my phone out of my school bag to phone Brooke. It dawned on me that I hadn't spoke to her the whole of French. At all. And she must have jumped up and took off straight after the bell rang and I hadn't seen her leave. Either that or I was sitting there for longer than I had thought. Aaron had said he'd been looking for me, so he must have assumed that I had left the classroom, right? I shrugged to myself before hitting Brooke's speed dial. 

I lay on my stomach idly whilst swinging my legs behind my head and resting my face with one of my elbows whilst the other hand was holding the phone to my ear and waited for an answer. She answered after the third ring with a monotoned and hesitant "H'lo?" My heart automatically clenched in my chest as I jumped into sitting position. Something was wrong. Had something happened? Brooke wasn't sounding her usual self. Instead of sounding like her happy-gp-lucky self, she sounded like the life had been sucked right out of her. Is that how she felt? I couldn't live with myself if I found out that something worse than she was making out was happening and I had been too absorbed in something else I was thinking about to notice!