Chapter 36

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As the clouds covered the whole sky, hiding the sunrise from the world, Belle was in her room, trying to motivate herself to be productive. She knew that in 20 minutes, she should have another trampoline session with Rye but she just didn't feel it. Even though, she improved a bit and now was jumping a bit higher in different places, she still never attempted any jumping trick.  Today was meant to be her 4th session so she had a deep feeling that Rye will convince her to front flip.

"I don't wanna live, forever!" The voice of the boy that was wondering in her mind, pierced the silence. It was completely normal for the boys to sing at random times so Belle wasn't even surprised. "You're ready Belle?" Rye asked as he came into the room.

"Yeah" she replied weakly, not wanting to disappoint her friend, "actually no" she said suddenly, making Rye confused. He told her they can leave a bit later if she needs to do something, but she quickly explained herself. "No I mean, I don't want to go" she started, "I'm sorry, don't be mad at me, I'm just not feeling it"

"Hey, how many times do I have to tell you I won't be mad? Belle it's just fun, don't stress about it too much" He said, seeing her friend took it way to seriously than he thought she would. "You know what? Let's go for a walk" he said suddenly, getting a surprised look from Belle. "What? No one is home anyway, let's do something" he said, convincing the girl to leave the house - with a success.

"So where are we going?" Belle asked as they left the flat, seeing Rye pointing at the little green park, very similar to the one she went with Mikey to in LA. An uncomfortable silence appeared between them so Belle decided to start a conversation "So, is there a real reason why we got out of the house?"

"Yes, I guess so. I have a question" Rye replied, wondering whether he's doing the right thing. One wrong move and this girl could be mad at him forever.

"What's up?" She asked, not sure whether she wants to hear it. Some of Rye's question were beyond weird but she definitely wasn't mentally prepared for what he said afterwards.

"Are you scared of me in any way?" Rye's question caused her to stop walking. She froze suddenly, looking at him in complete confusion.

"What? No. What are you talking about?" She said after the question finally processed through her brain. Rye was definitely the last person she would be scared of - even more ironically, he was the one she felt the most safe next to.

"I just realised how many times you tell me not to be mad at you. Almost as if you're scared I'll shout, especially when we're doing trampolining." He said, a bit apprehensively, hoping the girl won't take it as offence - he just really wanted to know why she does that.

"Oh...I..." the girl stopped, not sure what to say "It's something from my past... Nothing about you though" she smiled lightly trying to explain situation, however Rye saw he made her more sad than she was a while ago. He tried to get information out of her, but without putting any pressure. "You don't care about anyone's secrets anyway" she laughed a little, remembering Rye wasn't a type of guy to listen to everyone's problems all the time - if it was something important, he was there straight away, but he prevented people who talked about themselves too much.

"But I care about you" he said, without thinking. However, seconds after he realised this mistake. Belle's look proved to him, it sounded deeper than he intended it to. "I mean, I'm your trampoline teacher - I guess I should know it" he added, trying to make it less awkward.

"I... I don't know what to tell you" Belle started, realising she doesn't understand it either. Deeply down, she knew the reason, but she had doubts whether it's something she wants to share "Okay... okay" she said to herself, almost as if she tried to convince herself she's doing the right thing. "But if you're going to tell it to someone, next time we'll go trampolining, I'll make sure my elbow will 'accidentally' land on your stomach, okay?" she went into a full defensive mode, but decided to trust the boy.

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