Trust Me

Chapter 18

We pulled out of the parking lot so fast I had to hold on to my seat.  What had just happened?  He made me leave Homecoming to rush out of the parking lot because he had lost his temper and punched Evan? 

“What happened?” I demanded.

“Evan’s a dick, that’s what,” Aidan spat.  I looked out the window at the rain that started to fall from the dark sky.  It landed on the truck in beautiful droplets of water.  I always loved the look of water on a piece of glass. 

“Why?  What did he do?” I asked.  He didn’t say anything.  “Oh.  Right.  You can’t tell me, because you have to think of the right way to say it.  Don’t you think I deserve a few answers?  You’re so cryptic, and it’s really starting to bother me!”

I didn’t understand why he couldn’t trust me to tell me some things about him.  I didn’t mind not knowing his deepest darkest secrets, but I also didn’t like being the one in the dark.  There were so many things that he would bring up or that would affect me, and I couldn’t know anything about them. 

“Actually, you’re going to like hearing this.  Tonight is answer night.  But you might decide that ignorance is bliss once I tell you,” he replied to me. 

Wait, I finally got to understand some things?  Was he finally going to tell me what happened between him, Samantha, and Evan that got them to the point where they had to pay me to find him?  Was he finally going to tell me what that club was all about?

“I want to know.  I hate having secrets kept from me,” I replied. 

“All right, you want to know?  I’ll tell you.  Just give me a second to collect my thoughts and figure out where to start,” he told me.

I sat there in silence for a minute before he finally opened his mouth and spoke. 

“So, I used to belong to this club between Samantha, Evan, and our ‘friend’ Lexa.  We all used to be really, really close.  The best of friends.  But then… I made some stupid choices.  At least, stupid in their eyes.  I don’t regret the decisions I made.  Or at least, I didn’t.  I’m starting to, but that’s not important right now.”

His answers were only posing more questions.  Choices?  What choices?  What was so bad about them that broke up the friendship that he didn’t regret?  Drugs?  Alcohol?  Shoplifting?  Becoming a gigolo?  And what made him regret them now?

“They started getting some crazy ideas.  All four of us are outcasts, and they’re trying to redeem themselves.  They’re trying to get themselves out of being an outcast.  They wanted me to help them with it, but their ideas are too ridiculous.  I left the club then and there.”

What kinds of crazy ideas?  What did he mean stop being an outcast?  Like, be one of the popular crowd?  What’s so great about them, anyways?

“They’re still trying to get me to come back.  Tonight while you were getting something to drink, Evan and Samantha were telling me that they’re ready to start tonight, and they needed my help.  They thought I was just kidding when I said I was going to do everything in my power to make sure they fail.  To prove my point, I punched him, and right now, I’m making sure they do fail.  First thing we’re doing is going to your house,” he explained.

“Fail?  Fail at what?  What are they trying to do?” I asked. 

He was quiet again.  Was I not getting any more answers out of him?

“You’re in way over your head, and I wish there was a way I could pull you out.  You don’t want to be part of this, but you don’t have a choice.”