Did I really say that? Did I really thank this strange boy and trust him to bring my things?
The door slams as I leap through it.
"Jayred! I'm back!"
Jayred silently walks from the sitting room into the kitchen, where I am sucking down apple juice by the carton. He frowns slightly when he sees me, I know drinking from the carton drives him mad so I roll my eyes at him and point to my very muddy shoes, which I discarded by the door when I came in.
He tuts at me.
"How did you come? Through the woods?"
"What do you think, Jay?"
I watch him scrub the excess mud off them and put them in the washing machine as I stop inhaling juice and put the carton away. I smile at him and turn to pad upstairs.
"Tala. Where is your bag?"
I wince. I was hoping for him not to notice. As if. Jay notices everything. I turn back to face him.
"I left it in my locker?"
"Someone is dropping it off later."
"A bloody nusiance."
"A boy, then?"
I sigh. Surprisingly, Jay's face splits into a wide grin.
"What are you smiling at?"
"A boy who is persistant enough to annoy you. I want to met him."
I can hear footsteps on the gravel outside.
"Well, here's your chance."
I flee up the stairs and lock myself in the bathroom.