Bad Liar

Chapter Forty Four

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Recap:

My cheeks feel hot as I blurt that out. I narrow my eyes at her as she takes my words in, her bottom lip trembling.

"Yeah. I know."

Silence presses heavily down onto us and I shift my weight from my right foot to my left.

"Well, if you ever want to apologise and start acting like a proper friend, you know where I am," I say firmly, before pushing past her and striding down the hall.

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"Ready?"

"Hell yeah."

I smile up at Miles as he shrugs into his jacket. He clenches his jaw and screws up his face in pain. I rush to his side and help his arm into the sleeve. Even though he is being discharged, he is still in quite a bit of pain.

Wrapping an arm around his waist, I help him walk down the corridor. Once inside the elevator, he leans onto the railing with a weak smile on his face.

"What are you smiling about?" I question.

"I'm looking forward to the next week," he tells me.

"Me too," I agree.

Due to the bad storm, a lot of places around town have been damaged, including the school. School is shut for the remaining week, to fix the damages. The school dance has been post-poned for a few weeks, which works out perfectly for me. Miles wasn't able to attend, but now he will be.

Considering we won't have school and Miles is in recovery, mum has offered him our spare room. Which is also really perfect for me.

I send a wave to the nurse on reception and she smiles in return. Once we step outside, the cool wind slaps us back into reality. My eyes look over the tree branches and leaves scattered across the road. People in fluoro vests and work trucks are idling on the side of the road, attempting to clear the storms destruction.

Luckily, our house seems relatively unscathed. Our pool ended up with more of a sticks and leaves ratio than actual water and a few of mum's pots cracked, but nothing significant.

"It was a bad one, wasn't it?" Miles murmurs as I make my way to my car.

"Someone said it was the worst storm we've had in ten years," I reply.

"Wow."

Miles gently lowers himself into the passenger seat. I lean over and buckle him in. He smirks up at me.

"I could have buckled myself in," he teases.

"Sorry."

"It was cute," he grins and I give him a sheepish one in reply.

After inserting my coins in the machine to pay for my park, I drive back to my house, having spent very little time there and majority of my days with Miles, cooped into his small hospital bed, watching T.V shows.

When we walk into the lounge room, I raise my eyebrows at the large banner hung a little unevenly across the wall, with Welcome, Miles! written in bold letters, balloons dancing around the words.

"Oh," he breathes, his eyes wide. "That's really nice."

I grin. "Mum goes a bit overboard. She's a big fan of banners."

He chuckles as mum emerges from the kitchen, holding a party popper.

"Hi!" she grins. "Welcome. Can I get you anything?"