Noah was sat at the edge of his bed hunched over with his head in his hands. I timidly crawled across the bed and wrapped my arms around his torso. I buried my face in his back and said nothing. I know he’s basically on lock down and it’s driving him crazy. “Did you sleep okay?” His voice broke my concentration.
“Not really.” I replied.
I felt his fingers on my arms, “You can go home—”
“No, I’m not leaving you like this.”
“I’m not going to leave, Willow.”
I tightened my arms a little, “I don’t care. I’m not leaving you right now.”
He ducked his head and I heard a small sigh escape his lips. “I don’t want you to get in trouble.”
“I’m fine, Noah. I want to be here with you right now.”
He didn’t protest again. “Thank you.”
After a moment, I had to drag Noah downstairs to at least get him to eat. “I’m not hungry.” He complained, leaning back onto the counter.
I eyed him for a moment, “You have to eat something.”
“I don’t normally eat when I’m not hungry.”
And I thought I was stubborn.
“You will make me the happiest person alive if you just ate a piece of toast.”
He wasn’t budging.
Footsteps came into the kitchen, followed by two voices that belonged to Noah’s parents. “Oh, Willow. You’re still here.” Carrie said. She did her best to cover up the bags under her eyes with make-up.
“I, uh, didn’t want to leave him last night.” I gestured towards Noah.
I looked over at him and he still had the same glare with his arms crossed firm against his chest. “That’s okay.” Carrie did her best to smile.
She gave my shoulder a small pat and walked up to Noah. She wrapped him in a hug and he hugged her back just as tight. She was whispering and he was nodding. Leo stood next to me and he looked like he didn’t get much sleep either. I did my best to smile at him and he returned it. He walked around me to get to the coffee maker.
Maybe they can get him to eat.
After many attempts, Noah finally ate a piece of toast his mom made. As long as he ate something. I guess it’s not my job, but still. I was worried about him and I don’t think he knows how much.
I followed Noah back up to his room and he flopped down on his bed. “I need to go to Huntington.” He blurted, running his hands over his face.
I sat down and looked down at him, “What for?”
“I need to talk to Jesse’s mom. Maybe she’ll know something.”
“Is that a good idea?”
He dropped his hands from his face and sat up. “Joel will go nowhere near her. She kicked him out when he was sixteen. He hasn’t seen her since.” He placed his hand on my leg, palm up. I placed my hand in his, intertwining our fingers. “You can come. Since everyone seems to love you.” He would have laughed, but it was only a smallish smile.
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The Bad Boy's Secret (Book 1)
Teen Fiction(Book 1) "What exactly did you do to get kicked out of your last school?" I felt my chest tighten when the vicious smirk played across Noah's lips. He leaned toward me in a flash, pressing me against my bedroom wall. "If I told you, I would have t...
