I look away first. Maybe I’m wrong?
I could be wrong.
“Where did you go to school previously if you don’t mind me asking?” Dylan questions the next second. He leans forward with elbows resting on top of his joints. The expectation in his tone is enough to sprout a seed of suspicion. I'm not sure why though.
“West Coast High.” I answer. And memories from that school aren’t exactly something I'm fond of.
As a matter of fact, it would have been nice if Dylan hadn't asked.
I force a smile on my face as I have to recall some memories I wish I had forgotten.
How nice. Note the sarcasm.
Im pretty sure there was a tremble in my tone just now. I left a lot of things in that school and my personality included. I was never this conservative and timid back then.
I wasn’t careful. I got
