Speech of The Unspoken

The Drive

After Rye and I had, what some may call a moment in his car, he pulled out leaving my house out of sight. I could tell he was curious. I can't tell him. Not yet at least.

The drive had been silent for the most part. He looked over at me from time to time. The first I had caught him, he just smiled and turned his attention back to the road. The second there was no smile, just a quick glance. He acted as if I was going to disappear in mid air. After that he started poking me in my leg.

Whenever he first started poking my leg it was gentle, barely there. About ten minutes into the drive, he made a game out of it. He started going for my knee, then my sides. The sides made me squirm in my seat. He was able to get a small giggle from me that ended up turning into a high pitch noise when he started to attach my sides.

"Keep your eyes on the road Rye!"

"I'm looking at the road, I don't have too look at you," he said.

"I wouldn't trust you driving more often if you keep doing what you are doing," I look over and raise my eyebrows at him. This time it was his turn to laugh.

"Why wouldn't you? You act like a scared squirrel."

"Gee, thanks. Nothing like this to make me like you less." I shot him a quick glare. I hope he knows I'm only joking.

"You know what Ludmilla," Rye  asked reaching out to rest his hand on my knee. "I bet if I were to take you to a party, you would either stick by my side the whole night not touching any drinks or food right?"

"Why would you assume that?"

"Because you're she and reserved. Plus I have never actually seen at a party. Do you stay at home or are you just not invited too any of them?"

Neither one of those was false. I always stayed home, but not because I was wanted to. Wayne made me stay home and be his servant. The girls in fashion never invited me to one of their parties. They've thrown multiple but not once have I been able to go because guess what, I was never invited.

I stayed silent for the rest of the car ride. I didn't feel as if it was necessary to answer that question or anything related to it. My life has always been the same. A miss goody two shoes with a ballet bun pinned in my hair. I always will a t-shirt and jeans. Occasionally I would dress up, but I decided to quit impressing people two years ago.

That's what happens when your friends pretended to be friends with you for four and a half years. All that time spent with them for nothing. They didn't care about me. So why would Rye care about me?