Secrets and Lies

chapter 5: silence

Dedicated to chandyn90
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It's been a couple of days since the dinner 'incident' and I haven't spoken to Drew ever since.

I am currently walking around the library just stalling until school started when I bumped into someone. And in the process of bumping into him I dropped all of my books and drawings.

"Sorry," I mumbled as I bent down to pick up my things. He bent down too helping me pick up my things.

That's wierd, no one is so kind. I thought as I awkwardly took my stuff he was handing me.

"No I'm sorry I wasn't paying attention as to where I was walking," he replies sheepishly.

When I was done picking up my stuff I got up and looked at him. He has dirty blonde hair, which was styled in a way that made you think he had just woken up but still looking quite good, with dull but lifeful green eyes. He has a golden tan. He was wearing plain black jeans that hung loosely on his hips and he was wearing a baby blue T. He was tall but not as tall as Andy. He was lean but he did have some muscle. He was also wearing a baby pink bandana wrapped around his left wrist that looked odly familiar and so did he, but I just couldn't quite place my finger on it. He was good looking especially while smirking at me with his full pink lips, all though I did not feel any attraction to him.

"Annebelle?" he asks and I'm taken aback as to how he knows my name.

"Damn girl you cleaned up nice, puberty hit you well," my eyes grow wide and I turn on my heel and head for the door but only to be stopped with him in front of me again.

"Wait I didn't mean it like that, that was not me hitting on you at all. I would never do that," I then walk past him but I'm stopped once again.

"No! I didn't mean it that way either. Ugh, I mean I would totally hit on you but your not my type," I try one last attempt to walk away but he lightly grabs me around my small waist.

"Wait! I meant that my type is guys. I'm into guys, I'm gay," he finally says something that sounds normal.

"Okay, that still doesn't explain how you know my name."

"It's me, Lyndon. From Baby Kisses Preschool," he says with joy in his eyes. But im still a little unsure about who he is.

"We were in all of the same classes together, up until grade 5. I was that wierd kid with those big glasses, I knew all the answers to everything. I always sat at the back of the class throwing papers around and blaming it on other kids," he said with hope lingering in his voice, wishing I could remember.

Then it hit me like a bus. Lyndon Scott.

He smiles as he notices my whole face light up with remembrance.

"Lyndon Scott?"

"The one and only," he nods with a slight chuckle at the end and I smile.

"My word you've gotten handsome," I say.

"And you've gotten even more pretty," he says while I blush and look at the ground shaking my head slightly.

"Hey mind showing a friend around?"

"As long long as your the friend," I say and nudge him playfully in the ribs as we exit the library.

The day goes by pritty fast as I show Lyndon around, thankfully we have most classes together. We got to know a bit about one another but I didn't give too much away about me, luckily he didn't ask too many questions though. I've missed Lyndon. He is 19 turning 20 at the end of this year. He's 2 years older than me but due to the fact that his birthday is at the end of the year he was only able to apply for preschool the following year and his father held him back a year.