Chapter Ten-- The Truth Behind It All
The weather is warming up, it's 75 degrees today.
She begs me for a walk, I give in.
As we're walking I feel her hand grab mine, and I swear my heart jumped so high!
I look down real quick, she smiles at me.
Her and I are talking, and she runs into someone that she knows.
"Katherina?" Angel mumbles.
"Angelica! Hey!" She hugs Angel and Angel stumbles back, tightening the grip she's made on my hand.
She sees me and her smile leaves her face, then comes back fast before Angel noticed.
"Everyone calls me Angel now." Angel informs her.
"Good, everyone calls me Kat now... So... You should call me that!" She says chipper.
"Okay..." Angel says.
Kat looks at me, "Hello, I don't know you but you're with my sister, so why don't I know you?" She asks.
I release my grip on Angel's hand out of pure embarrassment.
"I-I d-do-" I stutter out.
"He's not much of a talker." She interrupts.
"You two seemed to have been talking a lot as you guys were walking down here." Kat says.
"Angel was right, you don't talk much. You just keep stuttering."
"I-I-I'm-" I give up... I don't like talking to new people anyways.
"So Angel why didn't you come home?" She asks.
"Well... Why would I? You guys didn't want me there."
"You're right. And from the looks of it you're still shit. I mean the best boyfriend you could get is a socially awkward guy? You're just as pathetic as you were when you left three months ago. Like-"
"Okay stop!" I yell. Kat's eyes grow, "Yes, I'm socially awkward! Okay? She could do hell of a lot better than me, I'm shocked she even wants to be my friend! But for some odd reason she is! Don't tease her because of my flaws!"
Angel bites her lip, "Aaron you don't have to do that."
"Well I'm not going to just sit back and let her do that." I whisper to Angel.
"Yes but you don't have to stand up for me, I can fight my own fights." She whispers.
"Whatever. I'm not fighting with either of you two. But father will." Kat says.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Angel asks.
"I think you know what I mean. Him and mother are working twice as hard since you left. You leaving made their lives so much harder."
"I think you should go..." I mumble.
She rolls her eyes and walks away.
I didn't quite understand what Aaron and I had. Was it a loving relationship or a friendship kind of relationship. Well... I might as well change my relationship status as "it's complicated" because truly... That's what it is. That's the only way I can describe it.
I'm cleaning the dishes and talk to Aaron's mom.
"You really don't have to do so much work." She says random. That sorta caught me dumbfounded because... Well I was always raised told I have to do a lot of work. And this isn't even a lot, it actually seems like quite little.
"I'm not doing that much work..." I mumble scrubbing a glass plate.
She grabs my hand stopping me.
"Yes you are. Now, go be a teenager." She mumbles.
"But I still have to-"
She covers my mouth.
"I know what housework needs done, I'll do that." She says.
I sigh and hand her the rag and glass plate.
I walk over to the couch next to Aaron, he was watching anime. I think it's Golden Time, but I'm not 100% sure... I don't really watch anime.
"Hey busy bee." He says not releasing his eyes from the screen.
"Hey." I say.
We sit there watching this anime show I have yet to knowing the title for sure.
Soon enough the episode is over.
"Aaron..." I mumble before he plays the next one.
"Yeah?" He asks.
"What are we?"
"What do you mean?" He asks.
I close my eyes, "I mean what are we? Are we friends or something more?" I ask.
Hardest thing I've ever had to do.
He looks at me shocked.
He doesn't quite answer, he stutters a bit.
Then I kiss him.
Then he looks into my eyes and smiles, "I think you know the answer to that." He says.
"And to think... When I first saw you... You were just the girl with the cut on her arm." He says.
"And you were just the weirdo that didn't talk." I say.
I run my fingers through his hair, "But I always thought you had nice hair." He chuckles.
Then Derek walked in, while Aaron and I were holding hands.
"Angel, we need to talk." He says fast.
I stand up and I walk outside and he shuts the door.
"What? I was talking to Aaron." I say.
"Yeah you two are adorable," he says sarcastically, "But look, I spent time with your foster sister Kat and I got her drunk trying to have sex with her-"
"Sick I don't want to know that." I turn to walk into the house but he stops me.
"Shut up we didn't, she told me something." He says.
"What?" I ask.
He looks back and forth and sighs.
"What? What is it?" I ask getting worried.
"She didn't stop you in the streets to insult you. She wanted to tell you something but she got pissed seeing you with some guy she's never even seen, that's why she insulted you. But she knew you'd be walking. Your foster father knows where you are. He had a P.I. (private investigator) track you down and it was a huge success. He has all your new information... Even your old job..." He mumbles.
"How the hell-"
"Those people are good at digging into pasts, mainly if they're paid more to do that."
"Wait do you know?" I ask.
I push my hair back in stress.
"That was the past, like soon after he adopted me. I stopped five months ago, it doesn't matter. And I don't want to hear any more talk about it." I say.
"Well, I'm sure you're not going to tell Aaron about the kiss... But you can't keep everything from him."
"Yeah, one being a huge thing!"
"It doesn't matter okay? That was the past. I'm sure he has secrets too."
"Yeah but he didn't f-"
"Don't even say it." I say interrupting him.
"Sorry..." He mumbles.
"Yeah. Please... Can we keep this on the DL?"
He sighs, "Fine."
"Good." I sigh with relief.
Then I walk back into the house, trying to put the past... Back into the past.