A Terrible Coincidence

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CHAPTER THREE:

The next few days, I spent most of my time packing up my stuff for the move, while trying desperately to think of something else other than the accident. And Noah, I couldn't stop thinking about Noah.

I was itching to google him and try to find his social media, but the less impulsive and more sane side of me, told me to just move on with my life.

I was completely content with that... well sorta. Until dinner time rolled around and I heard my mom calling me from downstairs in the kitchen.

"Lexi!" She called, as I finished taping up another box, this one full of my winter clothes.

I took a deep breath, placing the box in the corner of my room with the rest of the boxes while shouting, "Be down in a minute!"

I ran into my bathroom, quickly combing out my hair considering it was now 6 o'clock and I still hadn't touched it.

Once I'd finished that, I walked quickly downstairs and entered the kitchen. The first thing I saw was my mother, her hair was still tied up nicely from work, but she's switched out her contacts for some simple and more comfortable glasses. I'd also noticed that she was holding open some fancy envelope, reading it carefully.

"You need something?" I asked, leaning against the countertop, trying to get a better look at the letter.

She nodded, "You received an invitation from the Kline's."

"Oh." I swallowed nervously, "What for?" I don't know why I even asked, I already knew the answer.

She eyed me cautiously, before she said, "It's an invitation to his funeral."

And there it was.

I hadn't been expecting this at all. I didn't know the Kline's. I'd never even talked to their son before, but I guess the fact that I was there the day he died changed that.

"You want me to read it?" My mom asked, still eyeing me. I could tell that she was trying to read my expression.

I nodded slowly, reaching up to bite my fingernails nervously.

"Dear Lexi, I hate that the first time we talk to you is under these circumstances. We know that maybe this is a lot to ask, but we were hoping that you would attend Austin's funeral this Thursday. We ask this, because you were one of the last people to see Austin alive that day or so the police told us. Noah also reached out, letting us know that you took him home that night. He's practically our second son and during the midst of everything, we'd forgot about him, so thank you for this. We hope to see you this Thursday. Mr. and Mrs. Kline." My mom finished reading, taking a deep breath and laying the card back on the counter.

"I'll go." I told my mom, whose eyes were still filled with worry and concern.

"Lexi..."

I looked at her helplessly, "I can't not go, Mom."

She nodded, understanding my point and looking down at the floor. "Who is Noah?" She asked, meeting my eyes again.

I frowned at the thought of him, "Austin's friend." I replied.

I was careful with how I responded to my mom though. I still hadn't told her what I saw or really anything about that night and she hadn't questioned me about it. It's not like I didn't trust her, I trusted her more than anyone, but I just wasn't ready to relive it again. I just needed a few more days.

She nodded, "Is he nice?"

"I guess so." I replied, "I don't really know him."

"Why was he at the police office?" She asked, pushing a little more.