Agent Ez

Chapter 11 - Boys...

We spent the morning eating junk and watching random movies. Finally I couldn’t take it anymore. As nice as it is lounging around doing very much of nothing, I have to do something active. I need to walk and I needed Drake to tell me something that will help me with this mission. The first thing on my agenda was finding out where everyone else was, this damn mansion was empty apart from the two of us and it was one in the afternoon.

“Drake, I need to stretch my legs, let’s go for a walk.” I suggest, switching the TV off.

“Sure.”

“Aren’t you going to tell anyone we’re going?”

“Who’s there to tell?” He asks while he shrugs on his a jacket.

“Where’s everyone gone then?”

He smirks: “That is for me to know and for you to never know.”

“What if I want to know?”

The smile falls off his face, he closes the distance between us, cups my cheeks with his huge hands and stares directly in my eyes, “I wouldn’t wish that on you.” He whispers with such seriousness it takes me off guard.

Absentmindedly we walk around town not saying a word to each other, he’s lost in his thoughts and I’m lost in mine. He wouldn’t wish that on me? Wouldn’t wish what on me? But more importantly, if he wouldn’t wish it on me then why does he allow his family to go? Why am I so special?

And anyway, what’s so dreadful about this place I can’t even know its name? Or its location? Is it where they store the animals? Or a slaughterhouse?

With one simple sentence Drake had just increased my curiosity tenfold. There were so many questions but no answers.

We arrived at the park, still in our own worlds we sit on the swings, gently swinging while staring off into the distance.

“Ez,” he whispers, I turn to face him, “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that. It’s just… that I errm, er, I really like you. I don’t want anything to screw it up. I don’t want you to get hurt.”

He likes me?

Like, likes me likes me?

This is insanity.

“I-I-I I thought you hated me though.” I manage to utter, when I developed the stutter I have no idea.

He lets out a humourless laugh, “Hate you? What made you think that?”

“When we went to the Diner, in school, to name a few.” I mutter, the muddy ground becoming exceptionally fascinating all of a sudden.

“At the Diner… I was being stubborn, I didn’t want Kyle or my Dad to find out that I liked you, so I acted like I didn’t. And I was jealous.”

“Jealous? Of what, the window?”

“No, of Kyle. You were flirting with him and talking and I just wished that you could be like that with me.”

Aw, that’s actually kind of sweet. The tough ass bad boy, was jealous.

Hold up.

Did he just say flirt?

“I did not flirt with your brother.” I remark hotly. Anyone who knows me, knows I don’t even know how to flirt. All this boyfriend girlfriend stuff is just a load of stuff I don’t even understand. Like in English when you get this random poem written in Gaelic and you’re supposed to translate and find ‘the hidden meaning’. Or in math when there’s this equation with every letter of the alphabet in instead of numbers.