Ruthie stared at them. "What just happened?" She repeated.
Luckily, Simon was quick. He dropped his cake behind him so t hat Ruthie couldn't see and gave Ruthie an apologetic look. "This," he moved out of the way for Ruthie to see the cake. "I'm really sorry. I…"
"I…" Martin said louder, drowning out Simons "I". "I accidentally knocked it out of his hands. You know, being a clumsy guy that I am." He smiled and shrugged.
"Oh that's ok." She walked over towards Simon. "I'll clean it up." She walked out of the room to get some cleaning supplies.
"Thanks," Martin said quietly.
"Well I didn't say it to save your butt. I said it to save mine." This was true. "If Ruthie found out that I knew, then not only you, but I would get the silent treatment for knowing." Simon stared at him. "But your gonna get in much more trouble from her than I am seeing as yo-"
"All right!" Martin yelled and stood up. "I gotta get out of here."
Martin walked passed Ruthie who stared after him.
"Martin?" She asked then followed him. "Martin!" But he didn't turn around. After a few attempts of trying to get him to stop, she turned back around and ran upstairs. "Simon!" She walked into his room to see him lying on his bed. "Simon, what the hell was that about? What did you say to him?"
Simon looked up to see an angry looking Ruthie. He began to feel bad but it wasn't his place to tell her. It's Martin's. He didn't say anything for a minute but she kept looking at him. "Ruthie..." he looked away for a second. "I didn't say anything." Lie "We were just talking and…" He trailed off. He screwed up his face. "Ruthie I don't know how to say this but… Martin, he…" Ruthie was silent and he noticed she was worrying. He could see it in her eyes. "He got a phone call from his aunt saying her cat died." He said quickly but not to quickly.
"Her cat?" She asked puzzled.
"Yeah, her cat. He really loved that cat." Simon said. He tried to keep a straight face. She always knew when he was lying. But this time, she didn't suspect a thing. Thank God! He thought to himself, relieved. I really, REALLY do.
"Oh poor Martin!" She cried. "I have to go find him." She dumped the cleaning supplies that were still in her hands onto Simon's bed.
Martin sat outside Pete's Pizza and looked around. What am I going to do? He asked himself silently. If I tell her, she'll get bad. If I don't tell her, she'll get made anyway for not telling her in the first place. Either way, I'm screwed! He banged his head on the table a few times, attracting unwanted attention from strangers. All he wanted to do was disappear. Along with each bang, he mumbled the word "stupid" under his breathe. Just then, he felt someone touch his hand and squeeze it. A sense of warmth set through his hand up towards the rest of his body and he looked up. It could only be one person. "Ruthie, I'm sorry. I didn-"
"Shhh… shhh…" She assured him and squeezed his hand. "It's ok. Simon told me."
Martin looked up, his eyes wide. "H-he did?"
Okay! That's all for now. Hope yah liked it. Please review. Sorry its short but I don't know what else to write. Hope you enjoyed in anyways. Well, I better go and do my art homework before I get into trouble so thanks for reading and I'll update soon.