The Truth
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"What are you doing here?" I asked, shocked on how could he have found me.
"Are you always going to be asking me that question?" I glared at him; not in a humering mood. "I wanted to know where you live now, sense you don't live in the old house, and I know you don't live in that house I dropped you off at yesterday. Besides you and I don't talk much at school. I decided to do my own investigation. So, here I am." he said smiling. He started walking around the room, looking at the items that are not mine. "So...what's with the bag?" he asked.
I forgot I was grasping the bag very tightly, my knuckles pasty white. I didn't what to say to that, but, I had to think of something fast, "I-I was going to go back to the school for some extra help." I said with a fake smile.
He nodded. "Speaking of school, could you maybe help me with what I missed in our classes?"
"Um, sure. Where were you anyway?" I challenged him.
"I had to go help with some things with Joe," he said coolly. "Is Grams here? I want to say 'hi'." He looked around the room as if searching for her.
"Um, she's out at the moment, but she should be back later." I said quickly and casually as possible. He looked at me curiously. I was praying he wasn't catching on yet. He leaned up against the dresser and looked down. He scooped up a picture frame that was beside him and looked at it.
"Who are these two?" he asked, showing me two girls, one with blonde hair and the other brunette, both smiling brightly in the picture.
"Those are my, um, two other friends from before my move here." I said.
"Oh, that's nice. So, what are their names?" he asked.
"That's, uh, Ashley and...Amanda." I said with the first two girly names that popped into my head.
He looked back at the photo and replied with a, "huh". He flipped the frame over in his hands and fondled with the edges, tearing off the cardboard backing.
"What are you doing?" I asked, worried. He didn't answer me. He took the photo out of the frame and looked at the back.
"Funny, it says right here that this," he said pointing to the girls, "is Veronica and Bethany." He looks at me for an explaination.
"You know, you're right," I laughed lightly. "I have another pair of friends who looks just like them who are named Ashley and Amanda." I smirked. He looked at me raising a brow. He returned the picture back in the frame and placed it back on the burrow. He folded his arms to his broad chest, cocking his head to one side, staring at me.
"What?" I asked, not liking his staring.
"You don't live here, Cat, do you?" he asked.
"Yes, I do." Trying to make it convincing.
"No, you don't."
"Who are you to tell me that I don't live here." I was beginning to get pist thinking he can't just walk right back into my life and tell me where I do and don't live.
"Cat, tell me the truth. You don't live here." I looked away from him; staring at the wall, not wanting to answer him. He stood up and started walking towards me. I didn't know how to react to this. I started looking around trying find an escape route. He placed his hands softly on my shoulders. I looked up at him, he was staring directly into my eyes. I stared into his and admired how bright his blue eyes were.
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