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Chapter 10

Chapter 10: Secrets Don't Make Friends

"The only secrets are the secrets that keep themselves." -George Bernard Shaw

"Tell me! I want to know what the little girl told you!" I begged Connor, giving him my infamous puppy dog eyes.

We were now sitting in my bedroom together, fifteen minutes after we left the park, and the whole time has been spent trying to get him to tell me his secret conversation with the little girl.

"Nope! I can tell you soon, but not yet!" he chuckled, clearly not falling for my puppy face.

"Connor!" I protested, crossing my arms across my chest with a huff.

"Leilani!" he mocked me, mimicking my arm cross.

"Ugh! You're impossible!" I groaned, covering my face with my pillows.

I could hear him laughing at me and I decided to start fake crying to see if I can get him to tell me.

He stopped laughing for a second to hear my -fake- crying and spoke. I could hear the smirk in his voice, too. "Fake tears will not make me tell," he said.

"Dang!" I exclaimed in disappointment.

I sat up and hit my pillow in aggravation and it only made Connor laugh even more.

"Why won't you tell me?!" I asked.

"It's not like I'll never tell you, Leilani. I'll tell you eventually," he said, chuckling a little bit at my irritation.

"I hate secrets," I mumbled.

"Aw, don't be like that, Lani. You'll find out soon," he said calmly, coming to sit by me on my bed, abandoning his spot at my desk. Tucker jumped up and tried to lick Connor and get Connor's attention, but I forced him to lay back down on the bed.

"I hate you, McDonough," I said, giving him a gentle shove.

"I love you, too, Lani!" he teased, shoving me gently back.

My heart fluttered a little when he said that he loved me, even though I knew he didn't mean it that way.

"Nope," I said, crossing my arms and turning away from him.

He didn't say anything and I thought he had given up.

Boy, was I wrong.

I felt his fingers brush my sides and I jumped, trying to get away, but he grabbed me and started tickling me.

I couldn't control my laughter as I tried to get away from his grasp.

"Connor!... Can't.... breathe!" I gasped out between bursts of laughter.

"I'll stop as soon as you say 'Connor Patrick McDonough is the sexist man alive and I can never ever be mad at him!' Deal?" he said, laughing while I couldn't stop laughing.

He tickled me everywhere he could reach, as if he knew my tickle spots. He even tickled me on my thighs, which made me jump and it left goosebumps where his fingers touched.

"Okay! Okay! Let me breathe!" I exclaimed, still thrashing to get away from his grasp.

His tickling seized, but his hands remained on my hips, I guess in case I tried to run without saying what he wants me to say.

I took a moment to catch my breath and to finally get a really good look at everything about Connor.

His captivating bright blue eyes were similar to mine, and got my heart beat jumping against my rib cage. His cute little button nose fit perfectly in the frame of his face, and his lips were curved into a smile and his dirty blonde hair was smoothed in perfection down across his forehead.

His waist was not to straight, but not too curvey either. The sleeves of his black v-neck shirt were snug on his biceps, not too tight or too loose, which defined his muscles better. He wasn't totally muscular, which was okay with me. He was just muscular enough to know that he didn't just sit around playing Call of Duty or Grand Theft Auto all day along, sitting around eating nothing but junk. Those muscles came from playing the guitar and jumping around on stage all the time.

I looked back up at his face, which made my slowing heart speed up again. I looked carefully at his lips, pressed together in a smile, and I caught something that I never noticed before. He lips would twitch in a fraction of a second and slightly curve up and down, which would show dimples for just a millisecond. I never noticed that before.

And when I looked up into his eyes again, there was a point when he blinked just a little more defined then normal, as if there was a loose eyelash bothering him and he was trying to blink it off.

All of these little things that he does make him even more flawless, even if he sees them as flaws. They make him beautiful.

"Are you done checking me out?" he asked, with a laugh. I watched as his lips tightened a bit when he was done and small dimples appeared, making me smile.

"I was not checking you out," I mumbled, turning away from him to hide the heat that was rising to my cheeks.

I felt him move closer to me, and he used his hands to pull me closer. He leaned down, closer to my head and I felt his breath against my ear, making goosebumps rise everywhere. I got a weird clenching in my stomach, and my heart almost stopped beating.

"I saw your eyes wandering, Lani," he whispered. "Now, what were you going to say?" he asked, pulling back to grin at me.

I huffed and repeated the words he wanted me to say, "Connor Patrick McDonough is the sexist man alive and I can never ever be mad at him!" I huffed again, and crossed my arms across my chest, pouting like a little kid. "Happy?"

"Very!" he cheered, finally moving his hands off me.

Immediately after that action, I could feel the touch of his skin lingering there, even though his hands were gone. I found myself physically frown. I didn't want him to let me go.

"Are you okay, Leilani?" he asked me carefully, studing my face closely.

I looked up and saw concern in his eyes and I looked away. My heart was beating rapidly. "Um.. Y-Yeah. I-I'll be right back. Excuse me," I stuttered, trying to catch my breath.

I jumped up from my bed and then ran out of my room. I ran to the end of the hall, and shut my bathroom door behind me. I locked it and leaned my back against it for support. I leaned my head back and closed my eyes, letting out a huge breath. I slid down the door slowly and sat in the cold tile floor of my bathroom. I kept my head leaning back on the door and kept my eyes shut.

I took slow deep breaths to calm my heart but it worked quite slowly.

I felt something buzz in my pocket and I opened my eyes as I grabbed my phone.

My jaw clenched tightly and I groaned.

Joshua.

I slid the green check mark on the screen of my Galaxy S4 and put the phone to my ear.

"Stop calling me, Joshua," I snapped.

"Whoa. Chill out, babydoll," he said into the receiver.

"Don't call me that," I snapped again.

"Come on, L," he said.

"Stop. Just freaking stop. Leave me alone and just quit calling me, Joshua," I snapped, feeling the tears sting my eyes.

"L, I want to make it up to you. I want to prove my love," he said.

I laughed cold heartedly and said, "You're full of crap, Joshua! Goodbye!" and I hung up on him.

I was so angry! Who does he think he is calling me asking me to let him prove his "love" to me. He called me a freak! After I had a panic attack in front of him! He almost let me die, because he walked away, after he called me a freak.

He was freaking pathetic.