Secretive

Chapter 8

Secretive - Chapter 8

 Sauli’s POV

 I wanna know who told. I wanna know who gave Perry the clues about me going to Paris. There had to be someone watching us…

 I’ve only told Danielle and Tommy…no one else should know..

 I should figure out who told about us after I work out my plan.

 So here’s what I’m gunna do. I’ll keep pretending I’m pissed at him until we get to Paris, which I still am anyway, then, the first night we’re there, I’ll sneak into his room, tell him I want him back…and hopefully some sort of action. 

 I miss him, I really do, but what he did and the way he did it wasn’t easy for me.

 How could you break up with me, realize you miss me and love me to death, finally admit that you’d sacrifice basically your whole life for me, and then want me back?….Actually…I can see how…

 So now that I have the plan on lock, I gotta found out who told.

 I walked into my room and locked the door after dialing Dani’s number on my phone 

 “Sauli? What’s up?”

“Hi Dani. Oh nothing much, except that me and ‘you know who’ aren't a thing anymore.”

 “What? Why not?!”

 “Cause someone was watching us or something and they told the principle. He walked in the the classroom yesterday and brought the both of us to his office.”

 “What did he say?”

 “He asked why I was going to Paris, and he said that some people think he’s been giving me some ‘special treatment’.”

 “So Lambert broke up with you?”

 “Yep.”

 “Oh god Sauli, I’m sorry..”

 “Did you tell?” I said sternly

 “What? No! I’m not in school to see any of that stuff, I’ve been busy, obviously.”

 “Hmm..Do you know if Tommy told?”

 “No, he didn’t say anything to me.”

 But that doesn't mean he didn’t say anything

 “Okay, thanks Dani, I’ll talk to you later.”

 “Alright, bye Sauli…and I hope you guys work it out, you were different when you were with him. You were happy…”

 “Thanks….bye.”

 I don’t think Tommy did it, and I’m not gunna say anything to him. It’ll jeopardize our friendship again…but I need to know who did this.

 ****

 He calls me a lot. Sometimes I pick up, sometimes I don’t. Like now, should I pick up? Do I need to hear anymore apologies? I’ve already heard them all.

 “Sauli..”

 “Yes?”

 “Can we meet somewhere? This has been the longest weekend of my life..”

 I don’t know why he wants to meet. Paris is Monday, he can’t wait couple days? Regardless, I kinda want too…

 “Where?”