My Mistake Chapter Four “Umm, thanks for the advice,”

My Mistake

Chapter Four

“Umm, thanks for the advice,” I told Jimmy, “but I’m a pretty good judge of character. I think I can take care of myself.” Nodding once, I walked away briskly, past the table with all the attractive people; people I would never fit in with.

“Uhh, Bailey!” I heard Miley call after me, “Where are you going?” She stood up from the table, her eyes looking sad.

I didn’t want to be mean to her, especially after she was so nice to me, so I lied to her; rather than tell her the truth that we could never be friends. “I’m just going to get some fresh air,” I told her. “I’ll be right back though.”

I could tell she totally bought it, the way her face lit up and she smiled, “Great! See you in a bit!”

Smiling half-heartedly, I raised my hand in goodbye and left the cafeteria and walked through the school’s front doors. I kind of did need fresh air. I walked over to a big tree; a weeping willow, my absolute favorite. I would spend hours under the one in my old backyard back in Ohio. I would play games with myself, read, write. Wow. I hadn’t written in ages, not since I was twelve. I remember the thrill I would get from thinking up a good storyline, getting attached to my characters, loving them as I would love a friend. Just then, I heard a rustle. “Who’s there?” I worked to keep my voice from wavering; yeah, that didn’t go as well as I hoped.

Just then, Drew Walker, THE Drew Walker stepped out from under the tree, a cigarette hanging loosely from his lips. I scowled at him. “Smoking’s a nasty habit. It kills.” I would know, I lost my Grandpa to lung cancer.

He glared right back at me, “It’s not lit.”

Confusion was probably written all over my face, “Why do you have one then?” I rolled my eyes. “You probably think it makes you look cool, don’t you? Well, news flash!” I waved my arms in his face. “It doesn’t. You look like an idiot.”

He took a hold of my arm and squeezed it. “Don’t tell me what I am or aren’t. No one knows who I am. No one.” And with that, he left school grounds, walking to wherever the hell he was going. Freak.

I decided to follow him. Now, I know what you’re thinking. I’m a stalker. But no . . . I’m far from it. I just . . . wanted to know where he was going, that’s all.

He walked for about 20 minutes. I tried to walk lightly, walking around anything that might let him know I was there, but somehow, even with all my precautions, I think he still knew I was there. 25 minutes into the walk, he glanced over his shoulder at me, raised an eyebrow, but didn’t tell me to leave. In fact, he didn’t even say anything. He slowed down until I caught up to him. We walked in silence until we came to a house . . . or what used to be a house. He walked up the walk to what used to be the front door and stepped through. I followed hesitantly and finally broke the silence. “Umm, where are we?”

Drew was running a hand over ripped and burned wallpaper, a tear slowly going down his face. What the hell? “This was my old home,” he whispered, offering no more information.

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