-Emerald-
As soon as we exit the doors of our school, I start running towards Brant's motorcycle.
I reach my desired destination, panting heavily.
Brant comes running after me. He stops when he sees me standing near his bike.
"What is wrong with you?" He asks, panting.
"Less talking more going." I say.
He gives me a dubious look. "I know for a fact that your Usain Bolt-like sprint was anything but excitement. So tell me, what's the matter?"
Crap! Now he will again give me a long lecture on living my life and stop being a good girl and what not.
"It's nothing." I try to shrug him off.
"You don't trust me, do you?" He asks me, hurt evident on his face.
Where did trust come from now?
I sigh. "It's not about trust. I-I just didn't want anyone to see us ditching school," I admit, "I
