Truth be Told ✔️

Chapter 26

I lied about when this would be up, but I'm not trying to be a week later liar. I'm such a terrible person but here it is...really long and really good:)

At City Cafe, there we were, Graham and I.

I didn't like it.

It was such an awkward atmosphere where neither of us were...well...being ourselves. We were actually studying. Granted that's why we always came here: to study for Chemsitry. But any high school student will tell you that studying happens in the last ten minutes before the test.

City Cafe was our spot, Graham and I's escape from Seth and football and the pressure that was the very demanding part of the world we lived in. Every time we came, usually once a week, we would go through the normal routine. I ordered something that he wanted and he ordered something that I wanted and we would steal from each other and hurl insults with our mouths full.

I glanced over at Graham, whose eyes were furrowed as he concentrated on the formula on the table in front of us. The sight saddened me, and caused a sigh to escape my lips. I suppose that was the old way, when we were best friends.

Now he was courting me, or whatever the hell they call it, and I didn't like it. But I also didn't want him to stop.

"Shit," I muttered to myself, overwhelmed by what was happening and what this all meant.

Graham looked up. "What was that?"

"Nothing."

"Bullshit. What's wrong?" He pushed the paper away.

I groaned. "Seriously it's nothing." I put the paper back in the middle. "Did you figure out that equation yet?"

Graham raised an eyebrow.

Dammit. Why was it that all that he always knew exactly what to do at any given moment to get me to crack?

"Graham," I sighed. I tucked a lock of hair behind my ear, a sign of weakness and a hint that I wasn't going to crack completely open. "I'm fine. I just got thinking about something, and it kind of made me upset. That's all."

He got up and for a moment I thought he was planning to just wordlessly walk out. He had that look in his eye like he was going to, and if he did indeed, then I would have happily slammed the door on his ass.

But then he lowered himself next to me, threw his arm around my shoulder, and allowed me to rest my head on him. If he thought that I was going to be so grateful that I could cry on his shoulder, he was mistaken. Surely he knew me long enough to know that I wasn't going to cry over boys. But I guess I did appreciate the gesture.

I studied our window, the one that overlooked the city. Then I looked back at the chest I was more than casually leaning against. "You know how guys always say girls are confusing? We are. But guys are a million and one times more complex," I muttered.

Graham shrugged. "If you're straightforward with us, we won't exactly beat around the bush with our answer."

I scoffed. "So if I said right now that that I'm confused about you and Blake, then what's your very blunt response?"

He paused. "Um, I didn't really hear a question."

"Well i didn't ask one."