Read It Was You for Free Online

I'm horrible at reading them.
    Sylvia's is a popular diner in town for the old folk crowd. Jaron pulls in without hesitation, parking his bike right up by the door. A man probably in his eighties is exiting his vehicle next to us. His eyes squint at the look of Jaron- judging him without knowing a thing about him. Something we all do, usually without realizing it. Jaron doesn't seem to notice though, and if he does, then he truly does not care.
    I give the old man a smile when he glances at me. I think he’s judging me too, probably wondering what a young chick is doing with someone who looks as hipster as Jaron.
    Knowing I'm not going to walk the five miles back home in this heat, I humor Jaron by entering into the facility behind him. Once we're seated in a corner booth he takes my menu and looks it over, smiles, then places it on the edge of the table. It takes a moment for me to get over the shock of his audacity. "What do you think you're doing?" I ask.
    "Waiting for the waitress."
    His cocky response doesn't impress me either. "Can I have my menu back?" I hold out my hand, waiting for him to give it over.
    He doesn't even budge. "I got this," he answers.
    My eyes narrow. He instantly reminds me of Kyler and I don't like it at all. "Whatever." The words grumble out of my mouth angrily as I stare out the diner's windows at the traffic passing by.
    After the waitress leaves with an order to feed six people, I can feel Jaron staring at me. I don't understand his interest in me whatsoever, but I don't question it. In fact, I continue to stare out the window to avoid him altogether. There is a large field off in the distance, past the road and vehicles. It looks to go on for miles without an end in sight- although I know it eventually comes to a wooded area that has a large stream running through the center of it.
    I want to get up and start running through that field. I want to get out of here. I can feel my body begging to run but something keeps my ass planted to the seat. I have to remember the days are closing on until I can leave this place once and for all. Kyler, my mom, Bruce, everyone.
    "What's your story?" Jaron asks.
    Glancing over, I watch his fingers twist the straw wrapper around while he stares curiously at me. "My... story?"
    He nods his head in response.
    "I graduated high school yesterday, I'll be going to Texas in the fall for college. In the meantime, I'm just me. What about you, what's your story?"
    The smile that slides across his face could melt the panties off most any woman in the world- however, I know better. I know how guys work. He's going to pretend to care, pretend to be different, he'll be attractively adorable and amuse me, then he'll get in my panties and leave. And for that reason, I'm not giving in. I'm not allowing him to seduce me with his charm.
    "That isn't your story." He says it in a way that makes me have to question myself, like he actually knows me better than I know myself.
    Again... the arrogance.
    "Yeah, then what's my story? You know, since you know me so well."
    With a slight chuckle, he thinks on it for a moment, then proceeds to read me better than I thought. "You put up a front to push people away when really you want someone in your life that pays complete attention to you. You feel like you're an inconvenience to people, which is why you don't allow them in. You have a secret, or a few of them, and you're scared to letting anyone, even your best friend, in on them. You've been secluded and uptight for so long that you are craving to let go but you're too scared to."
    Even though everything he says is right on the dot, it pisses me off incredibly. Maybe because I don't want anyone to know me the way he does. I don't want people knowing my secrets or trying to figure them out. They're mine for a reason, because they're embarrassing and hurtful and... So incredibly wrong. I hate myself for even having to hide this stuff. What I hate even more than that, is knowing that