Dark Secrets (Dark Secrets #1)(135)
Author: A.M. Hudson

“Mine.” I put my hand up.

“Burger with egg?”

Spence put his hand up.

Like a game of popping weasels, hands shot up, claiming various orders down the line of teens. David took his nachos and smiled at Emily, but the smile faded quickly to the seclusion of thoughts distracting him like a theatre show in his head.

Ryan and Alana slid into the seats next to me and pointed out some of the other kids from school, already playing on lanes further down the alley. It seemed this was the thing to do in this town on a Sunday night; in fact, I was pretty sure the student body of Evergreen High made up most of the customers here tonight.

“Well, that’s one way to eat fries.” David grimaced at my French fry, dripping in chocolate shake over my cup.

I shoved the chip into my mouth and muttered, “It’s yummy.”

“Yeah, don’t knock it ‘til you try it,” Ryan interjected, grabbing one of my fries and helping himself to a dip in my shake.

David smiled inquisitively, reaching over to help himself as well.

“Well, what d’ya think?” I asked.

He frowned at first, then his face lit up. “It’s good—salt and sugar.” He nodded, then looked away quickly.

“David, are you okay?”

He leaned closer, keeping his eyes forward. “I feel like I just want to force you to come with me.”

I frowned, slowly turning back to the front.

“I’m sorry.” He looked down at his plate. “It’s just…being at my aunt’s grave today really put things into perspective for me; I don’t want to miss you like that, Ara.”

Warm blood flooded my heart, a wave of sympathy almost forcing me to splutter out the words, Let’s go now. Take me to the bathroom and turn me—but I stopped myself. “David. I’m sorry, but look, I’ll see you for the last dance at the ball, and who knows what I might decide in that time?”

“You can’t come with me if he loves you, Ara.” David sat up straight. “Mike can give you a life—he’s better for you. You know that.”

“He doesn’t love me. So it won’t be an issue.” I rolled my eyes.

“We’ll see.” David pushed his nachos away and walked over to our lane, slipping into the human role as I sat back, watching him. He blended himself among Em, Spence, Ryan, and Alana rather well, laughing and talking, but his soul was dark beyond those eyes, and no one but me seemed to notice. Even Emily, who paid attention to pretty much everything he did, was blinded by the foggy spectacles of her new romance.

David looked at me then and jerked his head quickly, reaching out as he did.

I let my lip pout for a second.

I’m okay, he mouthed, a smile proving it.

So I hopped down off the stool, strolled over, and took his hand.

“You know, bowling shoes make your feet look big,” he said, looking down at them.

My toes curled. “Arrogant comments make your mouth look big. Besides—” I nodded down at his shoes, “—you look like you just stepped out of a circus.”

“I think bowling shoes are a good look.” Emily popped up beside us and tapped her toe in the circle of our conversation. We looked down at her feet, and my blood boiled. How could her feet look perfectly dainty in those shoes? She wore the same size as me!

“Dave, man. Your turn,” Ryan called.

David dropped my hand and walked away, laughing.

“What?” Emily shrugged at me.

“I hate you,” I said affectionately and headed over to the lane.

She laughed behind me.

Bowling had never been my forte, and even though David rolled a perfect strike every time, with the exception of one, because I shot him an inappropriate thought which put him off his game, we still lost. Ryan and Alana took home the win; a giant, stuffed bowling pin—purchased by all the losers.

“I’ll see you guys at school.” Emily waved as we headed out the door.

“Don’t stay out too late, kids,” Ryan joked from behind the stupid, stuffed pin.

“We won’t,” I said. “But I’m not sure if I’ll be at school tomorrow, anyway.”

“Why not?” Emily stopped walking beside Spencer.

“Um—”

“I have to go away,” David jumped in. “My uncle is taking me on holiday, so tomorrow is my last day.”

“Oh no—Ara’s going to be so lost,” Emily said.

My cheeks went hot; David grinned when I turned my face away. “Well, I hope so,” he beamed, “then I can be sure she won’t give her heart away to someone else while I’m gone.”

“Not a chance of that, David. I think you might be stuck with this one.” Emily winked at me.

Cool, strong arms wrapped my waist and pulled me close to a firm, tight chest. “I hope so.”

“What about the concert and the ball?” Alana stepped around the giant toy and her wide, jet-black eyes reflected the neon lights behind me.

“I can come back for the concert, but as for the ball—well, I may make the last dance.” He snuggled his cheek against mine.

“Well, good luck, David. I hope you make it home safe,” Emily said, her tone holding way too much gravity.

David tightened his grip around me.

“O…kay. See ya, guys.” I waved again and dragged David toward the car.

He opened the door and grabbed my wrist as I bent to climb in. “What is it, Ara? What are you thinking?”

“Didn’t you hear me?”

“Not clearly. You had about four different thoughts at once.”

“Oh, um…well, I was wondering why you didn’t tell them you’re never coming back.”

David smiled. “We never do that. That’s why telling you about leaving in the first place was such a big deal.”

“Really? So you just disappear?”

“Yes. Mostly. We send letters to people in positions of authority, like schools or employers, once we’re safely away, but if there had been any suspicions surrounding our stay, announcing plans to leave could create unrest.”

“Oh.” I traced the rubber seal along the base of the window. “But, there’s no suspicion this time, so why not just tell them?”

“There’s no way of knowing that. People mostly keep their suspicions to themselves, and besides—” he pulled my finger away as I peeled the rubber back, “—it’s the way we do things. We’re consistent in our behaviours.”