Undercover

7. I Like You

A week later, I was sitting on the couch when Cayden came in. I gasped as I saw him. He had bruises on his face.

"Cayden what the hell happened to you?" I asked him.

"Nothing. I fell down the stairs." He said to me, but I knew he was lying. You don't look like you had been beat up if you fell down the stairs.

"Cayden...I know when you're lying. And these bruises don't look like a simple fall from the stairs. It looks like someone hit you. Let me help you."

"No. I'm going to leave again in a little bit."

"Cayden...what are you getting yourself into? Is it that bad? Who hit you?"

"I'm not telling you anything. I have to go. The less you know, the better. I'm just trying to keep you safe."

"Cayden..."

"I'm leaving, Nat. I'll see you later."

I sighed. He was always so stubborn. And the fact that he wouldn't tell me where it was that he went, or how he had gotten those bruises worried me. He couldn't have done that to himself. It just wasn't possible, or if it was I don't know anyone who would hit themselves that hard. I don't even know if that was possible.

As he exited the building, I was forced to do some thinking. The only thing that I came up with was to follow him. But I knew that I was going to get caught. I was always clumsy and made so many mistakes. I don't think I would make it until he got to his destination. He would find me and then he'd figure another route to take so that I couldn't find him. I'd done it before. And that was exactly what had happened.

So that possibility was out of the picture. I didn't know what else to do. It seemed to me that Cayden never slept or if he did, it wasn't for very long. Sometimes when I got up, he was already gone or he had just left. I was an early riser, so it wasn't hard to me to figure out when he was gone or not.

I didn't understand what he was doing. I don't know if he was up to no good, but it was Cayden we were talking about. He wouldn't be down to no good, right? I knew he had a lot on his plate at the moment, but I don't think he would be going around involved in illegal activities or the likes. Or at least I hope not.

My phone vibrated and when I looked down, I saw that it was Nathan.

Hey Nali. Want to come over? I'm planning on putting on a Scooby-Doo marathon.

I love Scooby-Doo. I'll be right over.

I told Ingrid that I was going to be next door and she just nodded her head. So I was assuming that she was okay with it. I made my way over and I knocked on the door. As usual, Nathan opened the door.

"Hey Nali." He gave me that smile of his that completely melted my heart.

I smiled at him. "Hey. When is Scooby-Doo going to start?"

He laughed. "Calm down Nali. I have to set it up and everything. You really love Scooby-Doo, don't you?"

"Of course. It was what my parents and I used to watch when I was younger. Scooby-Doo holds good memories of my childhood. There was something about the way that they all worked together. And add in a talking dog? Like that's the most wonderful combination that ever existed."

"You're really cute, Nali. That is the most passionate that anyone has ever talked about Scooby-Doo. I'm actually very impressed with your enthusiasm."

"Scooby-Doo is life, Nathan. You should know that."

I sat down on the couch and waited for him to get the dvd player and the tv going. By the time he was ready, I looked at him. I'm pretty sure that he had seen the excitement in my eyes.