Bad Intentions

Twenty-Four

Leah

The week ended and it was finally Saturday. School was mundane and nothing special.

I haven't seen Jace since that day in the parking lot.

That was three days ago.

I was concerned. After what I had witnessed I wanted to make sure he was okay.

I messaged him and even called. But nothing.

I thought I would give him his space. That he may need it.

But wouldn't it be polite to at least text back?

He's never been polite.

What did I expect?

I was currently on my way to Nate's house. I  had promise him that I would spend a day with his mom. Nate hadn't said a word to me since that day in the hallway.

I tried to approach him a few times, but he always conveniently had some to talk to or was walking in the opposite direction.

Kayla heard about the hallway kiss and was so upset that she missed it. She actually threw a tantrum.

I parked my car in the driveway of Nate's house. I approached the grand front door and before I could even knock the door flew open startling me.

"Leah! You're here!" Mrs. Rylan exclaimed. She pulled me into a tight hug. I swear she literally squeezed the air out of me.

"I am." Was all I managed to get out until she let go.

"Come in." She said with her award winning smile. Her light brown hair was in a half up and half down style. She was dressed in a pair of light colored jeans and a dark gray t-shirt. Different from the glamorous dress she was in when I last saw her.

I walked into the foyer as she closed the door behind me. I still get amazed by this glorious house. Sorry not house, mansion.

"Don't be a stranger, you know this house like the back of your hand." She teased.

I gave her a smile. "It's like I've been here my whole life or something."

She let out a small chuckle. "Something like that."

We walked down the long hallway and into the huge kitchen and my eyes widen at the spread that was laid out on the counter tops.

Different types of pastas, salads, breads. Even meats and cheeses all laid in front of me.

"Are you expecting more guests?" I asked curiously. All this food just couldn't be for me.

"No, just you." Mrs. Rylan said simply.

I should say I'm shocked, but I'm not.

This is how Mrs. Rylan is. Over the top.

But she always means well.

I picked up a piece of freshly baked bread and popped it in my mouth and my eyes widen at the taste. "Wow, that's so good!" I raved and she smiled.