Why is your mind unreadable?

Chapter 3

I wander into English. I sit at the back of the class, in the corner and stare out the window. Half an hour has passed and all I have wrote is the date and title. I snap out of my daydream when I hear my name in someone's mind. Monika's. once again she is bitching about how I have the easiest life with my perfect boyfriend and friends and grades. I sigh. It's far from perfect being able to hear what everyone actually thinks of me. I just mentally remind myself; trust no one, only yourself.

The rest of the day passes quickly. I find myself sitting in my bedroom scrolling my newsfeed on Facebook. boring.

My phone vibrates; the sound echoing in my spacious room. I stare at the screen. Louis.

The text read: meet me outside we have to talk...

Confusion struck me. What have I done? What has he done?

I slip my vans and coat on and race downstairs and out the door.

I see Louis before he sees me; his breathtaking brown eyes gazing at his phone, his laid back smile slips to his face as he reads a text, and his body, even with the "slouching against his car" position his defined Abs show through his tight shirt. Mmm.

As I get closer I hear his thoughts.."should I do this? How am I suppose to tell her? Shit she's coming and she looks beautiful" awh he said I look beautiful..wait what was that other stuff.. What's he telling me? The closer I get the more intense my worrying thoughts get.

"Hi" I mumble. His deep brown eyes full with guilt meet my anxious gaze-"h-aay" he stutters with a gulp. Silence.

I cough slightly and say " what's wrong? What did you have to talk about?couldnt it have waited?"

He looks down.

"Millie" I slowly look at him, " I'm so sorry"- "sorry for what?" I interrupt.

"Oh um nothing,sorry for getting you to come down here, I just wanted to see you, love you" he mumbles..the lies just slobbering out of his mouth.

"Oh that's okay, love you too" the words manage to escape my lips without fault because, I still mean it..I still love the liar.

His lips crash to mine once more with passion and heat, I catch a breath and push him of me; "night Louis" with one last peck on the cheek I walk towards my front door, just as I step in, I glance back to see him standing there staring, I smile and he blows me a kiss and shouts " night Millie"

I climb upstairs and strip down to my underwear, the shower is calling me. Once the right temperature I step in and let the steamy liquid flow down my body.

I dry myself and slip into my Pjs' I catch a glimpse of the clock..almost 8 so I sneak across the hall and peek into Sarah's room; she is sitting with her back faced to the door on the floor playing with her Bratz dolls, I whisper her name and she smiles,"can I play aswell?" I say and she eagerly nods her head.

After playing with her dolls for another half an hour I ask if she's hungry and she once again nods. So I give her a piggy back down the long hallway and down the marble stairs; being careful not to make a sound, mother is working in the library and will literally banish us from her side of the family if we disturb her. Paul on the other hand is loverly; I don't know what he sees in my mother Marilyn. He sees us creep into the modern kitchen and follows us. I can hear in his mind he is willing to make us pancakes. Yum. He holds the pan up and we both have plastered wide grins on our faces. He understands.

After stuffing all 3 of our faces, I quietly thank Paul and pick up Sarah who has dozed off and carry her to bed; where I tuck her in, kiss her forehead and whisper "goodnight"

Being with Sarah had let my mind wander of the subject of Louis. I snuggle into bed and let my eyes close in hope that when I wake up the conversation with Louis had been a dream. If only.