Trusting

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     We sat in the closet for the rest of the hour, with him comforting me and us laughing to balance the sad and happy.  We agreed to talk about everything later since we were still out of class and didn't want to get caught by a teacher. As the bell rang Eric stood up and reached for my hand. I laughed and grabbed his hand, springing up into the air. When I finally was standing up all the way Eric put his hand around my waist and looked at me. He smiled not taking his eyes off me.

I laughed shyly and turned to grab my bag. "We should be going we can't miss next hour."

he looked away and shook his head saying "Yeah, yeah your right."

"When am I wrong? I said laughing

He opened the door laughing in response.  

The rest of the school day was boring and uneventful. The same routine of classes, a free hour, then lunches where I watched the Becky's be stupid as normal. the only thing not the same about the rest of the day is that after school as I was about to leave to go home I turned the corner of the hall and was grabbed by the waist into a class.

"Woo... Eric what the heck." I said surprised

"Hey, sorry wanted to talk privately." He said pushing himself onto a table.

"Oh okay." "Here? I asked questionably

"No, not here, you want to go for dinner? "With me? He asked somewhat shyly

"You and me, dinner to talk." "Huh, sounds interesting." I giggled

"Give me your hand." He stated

"Why? I asked questionably

"Do you trust me?

We sat there quietly for a short moment. I reached my hand out for his. 

"Good." He said smiling

With my hand in his, he led me through the halls out to the parking lot.  In the parking lot, he stopped right in front of a red pickup truck. 

"Get in." He said clicking the unlock button heading to the driver's side.

Without thinking twice I laugh to myself and open the door. With a turn of the key, the car roared to life and our journey began. Where I had no idea but we were on the go.


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