“Please,” Reily answered, walking past Reid as she resumed the trip into school. He caught up and kept pace with her, his mind picking up on her steps and how they matched with his own. Sync. “We barely even talked. You can’t get out of it that easy.”
“So we can’t just walk in silence?” Reid smiled. What was he doing? How was he doing it? That answer was far too suave, far too confident. This was cool-guy Reid coming through out of nowhere.
And then, that little nag of guilt. A flash of Maple and a tug in the back of his mind. When he had been in Hollow Twilight he had been getting jealous over petty laughter between Issac and Maple and now here he was flirting with some girl like a regular stud.
“Why would we even walk together if we’re not talking?”
“Oh so now you want to talk with me?”
“Yes!” Reily responded, almost forcefully. “Obviously it’s more interesting than walking alone. Like, I guess I could check my phone but whatever. Nobody is texting me at seven in the morning.”
“So now you want me texting you at seven in the morning too? This is so many demands, Reily.” Something felt wrong. Steps in sync. Easy flirting. Giggles everywhere. Playful pushes. Saying her name, out loud. This wasn’t how it was before. Maple had been a literal nightmare, something he had never thought he could wake from, agonizing torture locked in his own brain. What was going on?
Darker thoughts started to claw their way up from the depths of Reid’s mind. This was a trap. This was now, most definitely, a trap. This was a girl who thought it would be really funny to mess with him. As soon as they got to the school, she would run off to her friends, like last time, and leave him behind. Couldn’t be seen with him at actual school, around actual real people. She could go tell them about the stupid things he had said, about the goofy way he thought he was funny, the terrible jokes he tried.
How he had touched her.
How disgusting it made her feel.
This was all some sort of sick joke to her. This was how she really passed the time, just like she was saying. The entertainment wasn’t in her words or his, it was in the mockery that came afterwards. It was in knowing you were lying and seeing how long you could go without getting caught.