(Zyair)
“I need to talk to you.” I said to Jet, pushing aside my plate after I was finished with dinner. Jet paused and nodded his head, before putting his fork down.
“When you told me that story about your injury, I knew that you were lying. I can't explain it, but something, inside of me, told me that what you said was far from the truth. What are you not telling me, Jet?” I asked and he sighed. I could tell that there was a battle going on with him, but he should know that I'm not going to run, no matter what.
He already asked me that on our date, so what was he afraid of?
“You're right, I did lie to you.” He replied, letting me know that I was correct.
“But it was for a good reason. I have been keeping a secret from you for a while now, I just don't know how to tell you.” I n
