Chapter Ten

706K 31.7K 17.6K

Before you read: take a quick break and add my other story "Love, Anonymous" to your reading list ;)

Silently Falling: Chapter Ten

I grab a few napkins for Alyse and I and start walking towards the table with her next to me. I set my tray down and take my seat, smiling at the boys.

"No fries today?" Tyler asks.

I pout, "They didn't have any."

"Damn." He mutters, biting into his sandwich.

I open all my ketchup packets onto my tray for my chicken tenders, and I look up when I hear someone set down their tray.

"Afternoon everyone," West signs, catching my eye with a proud smirk.

Gray and Tyler raise their brows in curious shock. "I thought you said you didn't know sign language?" Gray questions.

He shrugs, "Don't you know never to trust the delinquent?" He deadpans bitterly.

I roll my eyes and look at Gray. "He doesn't, I gave him a lesson last night."

Gray's eyes go to Toby, "And you were okay with that?"

"No." He says gruffly.

"This school has damn good chicken tenders." West comments, ignoring my brother's brash attitude.

I furrow my brow and glance at him and then at his tray. He got the special, not chicken tenders? Realization dawns on me as I meet his smirking eyes and I quickly look down at my tray. I pull my lips into a tight line as I see one of my four chicken tenders missing.

Gray chuckles and shakes his head. "West, if you aren't careful you may find yourself buried alive."


'How much do you remember from yesterday?' I write.

West gave me a ride home from school since Toby had skipped last block. I'm sure he assumed that one of the boys was going to drive me, but since West and I had a lesson he offered and I accepted.

He reads what I wrote and goes to repeat most everything I taught him yesterday.

"Okay, good." I sign.

"Where is your brother?" He signs back, taking his time to make sure he gets it all correct.

For only having one lesson, I'm honestly impressed. Not that I would ever tell him that.

He doesn't need anything added to his already giant ego.

I bite my lip and look down at my lap. 'He's over at someone's house.' I write.


I lift my head and squint at West. "Is that any of your business?"

He stares intently at my hands even after I finished signing the question. "Was the last word 'business?'" He asks, lifting his eyes to mine.

I nod slowly.

"Ah, well in that case- it isn't. But you can't blame a guy for being curious." He says, and when I don't respond his eyes study me carefully. "You don't know where he is, do you?" He asks, sitting up.

I ignore his question, 'Let's start our lesson.'

Half way through, or at least half way through how long I had planned for it to be, I can tell I'm teaching him too much in one day.

Silently FallingWhere stories live. Discover now