I'll Keep A Secret If You Keep Me Guessing

Alex's P.O.V

The whole walking home with Jack was awkward. Jack barely said anything. Actually, I don't think he said anything at all. It's weird being friends with a shy, none-talker, but it kind of seems right. I must admit, talking to Jack sort of calms me down (Even though we barely talked) Being with him calmed me down, I guess.

"Alex, dinner!" My mum shouted from downstairs.

I moaned, not wanting to leave my bed. My bed is like my best friend;it's always there. I got off my comfortable bed, stumbling out my room; dodging my stuff that is all over my floor. Wow, I really need to tidy up room, I thought. I walked down the stairs, taking two steps at a time. As I stepped the two last steps, I stumbled into my dad.

"Oh, sorry, dad." I apologized. He laughed shaking his head as he went into the living room. I walked slowly to the kitchen table. Yeah, we had a big kitchen. It was originally two different rooms, but they combined it into one big room. It sort of suited the house. I pulled out the chair and sat down on the wooden type. I pushed forward so I wasn't too far back. The smell of pasta filled my nose, entering my body. I suddenly got very hungry. I licked my lips as I could basically taste the sweet, tasty pasta.

After about five minutes, my mum had handed me my dinner. By now I could eat a whole animal. I never eat in school because; one, it saves time; two, I don't like eating in front of people. Believe it or not, it makes me nervous. Especially if people are looking at you. It's like they are judging you on a scale of decent to scruffy. No one seems to question why I don't eat in school. I don't think people care, or even notice. I'm comfortable eating in front of my parents though. They are kind, they won't judge me. I grabbed my fork and dived into the pasta, instantly stuffing it into my mouth. 'Man, this tastes good' I thought as the pasta slipped down my throat into my hungry, empty belly.

"So Alex, How was school today? Anything new or exciting happened?" My mum asked, grabbing a napkin to clean the mince of her mouth.

"Not really. Met a new stupid, shy kid." I responded, eating more pasta. I felt a little bad feeling in my belly from calling Jack them words. Or maybe I had too much pasta as I had nearly finished it already.

"Oh." Was all she said.

I sighed, getting up to put my plate in the sink. I said 'thanks' to my mum before going back upstairs. I entered my room, quickly stumbling on to my bed. I got comfortable under my quilts before staring at my plain ceiling. I stared at it, not really thinking about anything. That was until Jack came tumbling through my empty head. What has made Jack so shy? Why was he shy? Why did he think he would be bothering me at lunch? Maybe I was being a bit of a dick, swearing at him. I couldn't help the fact I get irritated easily and take it out on everyone. The thing that has been bugging me is that I asked why he wouldn't talk and he wouldn't answer. I asked if he was gonna tell me, but he shook his head. I don't know why I want to get to know a bit about him. It just seems right. He's quiet and I really want to get to know him. Maybe I could think of an excuse for him to tell me. I don't think he even likes me. I sighed, trying to stop thinking about him and maybe have a early night- for once. I awkwardly got up to turn the light off (That was on for some reason) and snuggled into the covers. The warmth filled my body, making me fall into a peaceful sleep.

Notes

:o Sorry it's short. It's kind of like a filler chapter. Can you see the difference between Alex's parents and Jack's?