Secrets, Boys, and more secrets by Mo Mo Green (the little red hen read aloud .txt) 📕

    "Cold?" He pressed me up against the jeep, his arms caging me in. 

   "No. I mean yes. I mean maybe. I don't know!"

 He just laughed and said. "Ok now we're going on a little adventure. So you will listen to me when I give an order and there will be no asking nicely."

   I nodded my head. I have to go along so I can get my questions answered.

   He looked at my now twitching lips. He leaned down so close to me that I could feel the heat of his breath on my skin.

  "What are you thinking?" He asked, his lips hovering over mine.

    "Will Kenzie be upset that your with me?"

   He straightened up. "No she shouldn't be. We're not dating anymore."

  I wasn't given time to reply. "Come on."

 At the back of the building I seen a forest that leads to my grandparents house. Realizing that the trip here should have been shorter, unless he took unnecessary turns. Maybe he thought he was being followed just like I did. "Are you walking me home?" I asked unsure of how I felt about that. 

  "Yes and No. Now, will you be  quiet your distracting me, and I have to make sure we don't stumble on any trip wires."

  Ok why trip wires? "Umm did you say trip wires?"

  "Distracting me." He said in a singsongy voice.

  "Annoying me." I sang back. I bit my tongue so I would stay quiet, as we hiked through the woods. 

   By the time we made it to my back yard, my thighs burned and my heart was beating really loud in my chest.

   "See those tracks?" Kyle asked, pointing to the ground.

    As I looked down I remembered two nights ago when I stumbled out here looking for Bridezilla. "Yes. I see them."

  "Do you know what caused them? Besides the ones belonging to you, of course."

  "No." Maybe. I licked my lips. "Do you? And how did you know I'v been out here?"

   "Give me some credit. You're an eight and a half and your shoes have a distinct zigzag patterns."

   Normal kids don't notice those thing. 

  I thought about his question and I was not ready to tell him my answer. What if my answer was wrong and he thought I was a crazy person. "First I want to ask you something. Do you know what caused the tracks?"

   "Yes." He said without a beat of hesitation. 

"What?" I asked.

   "You tell me." He said stubbornly.

  "I never said I knew Kyle."

 "You paled. And that was answer enough. But you have to say the words."

  I shook my head. 

"Sam I shouldn't even be talking to you about this. So that means I can't admit anything outright. You have to tell me what I'm trying to say."

   Was he saying what I thought he was saying? That he saw monsters to but couldn't admit it until I admitted it.

  "Let's try this another way," he suggested. "You're dads dead, isn't he. Killed this summer."

   Immediately I turned so he was facing my back. "I won't talk about that either."

   "He died in a car wreck, in a cemetery," KYle persisted. "You were with him. Did you see something... weird?"

 "I don't wanna talk about that either." I said stomping away. If I did, Then I would start crying and I don't want to cry in front of him.

    A scream burst out my lips when my feet were jerked out from under me. A band was tight around my ankles and it was pulling me up.. up.. until I dangled from a tree branch. Someone had booby trapped the land behind my back yard. or was it a trip wire that Kyle mentioned earlier?

 "Let me down!" I demanded.

   His smile was anything but pleasant. "You and your commands. Ask nicely."

   "Will you... please.. let me down." My nice voice was ruined when I tried to punch him.

   He jumped back out of my striking distance. "Now, now. There is not need for that. I'd be happy to help you.....After," He added.

  "After? What do you mean after? Do it now!"

  He looked amused. "After we finish talking."

    Oh really? I began swinging back and forth until I got a good swing going on. 

  "What are you----Oomph!" He crouched over, wheezing. I jus head butted him in the gut. Satisfaction filled me. 

  "What about now?"

   When he no longer sounded like an old man on an oxygen tank, he moved directly in front of me, placing my forehead directly in front of his navel. Brave boy. To keep me still, he placed his hands on my waist...bare waist. I realized that my shirt fell and catching on the underwire of my bra. "Stupid gravity!" I yelled. I lifted my hands and tugged on my shirt to make it go back up.

   "Calm down before you hurt my favorite body part. I'm very fond of my... gut." He moved my hands, making my shirt fall again. "Let me." He grabbed my shirt and tucked it into the waist band of my jeans.

  "Kyle. Please. Act like you haven't been to juvie and let me down."

   He sighed and it wasn't a patient sound. "Samantha has a mean streak, good to know. And I told you, I'll let you down after we chat so lets chat. Did your dad ever talk about anything weird?"

   Dread slithered through me and wrapped around me heart and squeezed. "Like what?"

   "You. Tell. Me."

   ARGH! "I do not know you. I do not trust you. Therefore, I will not talk about this with you."

 Another sigh slipped from him. "The answer is simple then. You'll get to know me. Are you going to the game? To Ashely's party?"

  I rolled my eyes. "Not to the game but I'm thinking about making an appearance at the party."

  "Are you going with anyone?"

    "No." Wait. Yes, I was. I was going with Kat. Wasn't I?

   "Good I'll meet you there."

   My eyes widened to the point I thought they would fall out. He'd meet me there as a...date?

  "No," He said shaking his head. "Not a date. You don't like to share your story with people you don't know. I don't like to go on dates with girls I don't know."

  Great. I hadn't meant to or even realized I said that out loud. "Great we're on the same page then." I said in an effort to recover. "But just to be clear, we'll be spending time together, chatting about something other than the tracks and weirdness?"

  "Yes. Got a problem with that?"

 A big one. but I said. "Fine. I'll do it if you insist, but only if you let me down now."

  "Fine but with one more question, I'll give you what you want." He said.

   Ugh! This stupid rope forcing my hand. "Ask."

  "Does anything happen to you each morning when you first look at me? Something that doesn't happen any other time, just morning when you first see me."

    "Y-yes." I stuttered. "Wh-What do you see?"

    "I'll tell you, but not here and not now. Write down what you see, and I'll do the same. After school, we'll exchange notes. That way, neither of us can claim the other is lying. And if you hand me an empty note, I'll make you regret it."

  "Scary," I said acting scared. "But the same goes to you."

  He finally cut the rope and I began to fall. Right before I could hit the ground Kyle caught me and rightened me as if I weighed like a bag of feathers. A long moment passed until I was steady on my feet. Did I step away from him though? No. He wouldn't let me. He held tight. His finger applied pressure to my waist. "Do I need to tell you that this conversation goes no further, not even to Kat, or do you already know that?"

  Yeah this whole convo was a wake up call. No talking. "Already know."

  "Good. That'll do for now."

Chapter 8.

 By the time I got home from school my nerves were battered and deep fried. My teachers kept asking why I missed their classes. Following those delightful encounters, Kyle ignored me at lunch. I shouldn't be mad because I made plans before him, and I could make plans after him. Except, he'd been waiting for me after final bell. He handed me a note and I did the same. Not a single word was spoken. 

   Now I sprinted up to my room, locked the door and threw myself on my bed, digging for the small folded paper out of my pocket. i'd desperately wanted to read it on the bus, but I'd managed to stop myself. 

   Now I unfolded that page Kyle gave me, halfway expecting it to be blank. I opened it and surprise, theres words. The note read, doing stuff, kissing, fighting. 

   Oh thank goodness. He'd had the visions to. Which meant, in this area in life, I was actually sane. But soon after relief followed confusion. Why had we imagined kissing each other? How was any of it possible? Was there a strange mental connection between us? Or were we having glimpses of the future. 

      Knocking at the door brought me back to reality. "Come in."

   My Aunt Karen stepped in and said you have a visitor and a grinning Kat soared into the room. "Guess whose lucky day it is? Yours!" She said smiling. She looked tired, with pallid skinned and dark circles under her eyes. 

    "Are you ok? I heard you were sick?" I asked with concern clear in my voice.

   "Sick? Me? Never! i just needed a little Kat time."

  "Your parents just let you stay out of school?" I asked not totally believing her.

   "Yeah. My dad....and uh, my mom... say kids deserve breaks too."

   I just nodded.

 "Aren't you wondering how I knew where you lived even though you never gave me an address?" She asked.

   "Yeah. How did you?" I asked curiously.

    With a clap and a twirl she said, "Jason and by the way his new nickname is Frosty anyway he  has been texting me all day long, checking on me. I told him to make him self useful and find out about you. I would have texted you but word on the street is that you spent the morning with Kyle and I didn't want to interrupt anything illicit. And by the way, I'll want the entire story when I'm finished with mine. Anyway, Kyle knew your addy, the naughty boy, so Frosty knew your addy, and boom, here I am." 

   "Wait. Back up a bit. Are you and 'Frosty' getting back together?"

  "No! Yes. Oh, I don't know." She threw herself on my bed. "I mean, i firmly believe that a guy walks away from you, he should have to crawl back. Frosty hasn't done enough crawling."

   I thought for a moment. "What if Kyle was being truthful and Jason-- I mean Frosty never actually cheated on you." As rough as the guys are, I could never imagine them lying. They wouldn't care about the consequences. What I could