Little Miss Not So Perfect

Chapter Fifteen

      As soon as I got inside the car I wished I hadn’t. I felt nervous, more than I ever have been in my whole life. I was starting to believe that Mike was dangerous; I guess that’s what happens after so many people tell you the same thing.

      “You’re quiet this morning. Usually you’ve seen more chatty,” he commented.

      “Everyone says you’re dangerous,” I blurted out.

      He nodded slightly, “So you’re afraid of me now? I should’ve expected as much.”

      “I don’t know you,” I told him, “I only know bits and pieces from other people.” I noticed he was taking me out of town. “Where are we going?” I asked.

      “There’s a diner in the next town; it was my favorite when I lived here. I skipped school many time to go to the diner,” he told me. The conversation seemed to take a normal turn; he was casually beginning to let me in.

      “Are you talking about Old Time?” I asked him.

      He nodded, “You’ve been?”

      “Yeah, Chase, Blake and I used to go there all the time. They have the best milk shakes,” I smiled thinking of the memories.

      “You and Chase seem close,” He observed.

      I nodded, “I’ve known him as long as I can remember.”

      He laughed and nodded, “He seems fiercely protective of you.”

      I shrugged, unsure of what to say. Thankfully we pulled up at the diner and went inside. We took a booth by the window.

      A waitress with red hair came over to take our order; she seemed disinterested until she looked at Mike. She seemed shocked to see him. “Um, what can I get for you two today?” She asked. I noticed she was avoiding eye contact with Mike.

      “I’ll just have a chocolate chip milk shake,” I told her.

      “I’ll have the same, Savannah,” Mike replied. She nodded and quickly went away.

      “How do you know her?” I asked him once she left the table.

      “She was Monica’s best friend, and we went to school together before I moved,” informed me.

      “I’m sorry, I don’t know who Monica is.”

      “Monica Evans, Harper’s older sister,” he revealed.

      Suddenly my thoughts went back to a conversation I had with Oliver. He told me that the Collins thought they could get away with anything; they were dangerous. Then I remembered my father talking about the Evans case. He said she was murdered, but the case never went to trial.