Our Little Secret

Chapter 10

Sarah
I am finally done with my biology lesson: it was the last for this week. Today is the day Jack's trial is being held and I can't believe that he is being charged with threatening someone with a knife. He is a such an idiot!

Thanks to him I have been anxious all week and constantly biting my nails. I never bite my nails. They look awful! This trial worries more than anything right now, even though I don't want to admit it.

I am walking towards the parking lot to find my car, the only reason mum droves us the first day was so that we could sleep a little longer. Now Jack and I get to school by driving our other car and since I have one more class than him, he always has to wait for me. He is very grumpy about this.

I have a really bad headache at the moment, because of all the stress and just want to go home. Finally finding the car, I see that Jack is leaning against it, waiting for me.

"Where the hell have you been?" He asks when he sees me and I sigh.

"Can you drive home?" I ask him tiredly, not having the energy to snap back.

"Of course."

I hand him the keys, walk around the car and jump into the passenger seat. Jack starts the engine and pulls out of the parking lot.

"Are you going to tell me why I am the one driving?" He asks, breaking the silence.

"I have a headache." I tell him with my eyes closed, leaning my head tiredly against the seat.

"I see and why is that?"

"Why don't you guess one fucking time?" I snap at him, my bad mood taking over.

"I have no idea," he shrugs, surprised about my outburst.

"Well, it might have something to do with that damn trial of yours."

"What has that got to do with anything?" Jack asks, giving me a puzzled look.

"Oh, I don't know, Jack, maybe the fact that you are being charged of threatening someone with a knife and then hitting him in the face." I remind him dryly.

"Actually it was the other way around."

"As if that is the important part!" I shout.

"Jesus Christ, calm down!"

"No I will not calm down, Jack! You are going to court and you are act as if it is raining!"

"Alright, that is it." Jack says pulling over and then turning to me. "Why the hell do you care so much about my fucking trial?" He snaps, angrily.

I hesitate. "I don't." I mumble and start to fidget with my jeans.

"Yes, Sarah, you do and I want to know why." His dark eyes are piercing into me. "Why do you care so much about my trial?" He urges when I don't answer.

Because I care about you.

I can't tell him that. He will freak and honestly I will too. I have no idea where these feelings are coming from. Jack has been nothing but a jerk to me, most of the time at least. He was incredibly sweet and funny after the party when we cleaned the house and made pancakes. That side of him I enjoy very much, however the douche side is not as appreciated. Yet I can't keep him out of my head and I definitely can't help being worried about him. He can never know though, I know that these feelings never will be mutual between us.

"I-I D-don't...-" I whisper, not knowing what to answer.

"Tell me, Sarah."

"Jack." I whisper pleadingly and remain silent. After a short notice, realization is dancing over his face.