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fell for a moment, then got thoughtful, his brows furrowing. When he looked back at me, they had hope in them again. "So, if any of us, me for example, was to ask you on a date, then you could say yes?"
Ah my gawd, was he adorable or what? "Are you trying to ask me out?"
He blushed, looking down again. "Only if you would want to."
What to say? If I accepted a date with him then what would the others think? And if I did go on a date with him, where would he take me?
Well, now I was just too curious not to say, "yes." I hoped that I wouldn't regret agreeing to a date with him, though the smile on his face told me I wouldn't.
♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
We worked in happy silence for the next couple hours, nervous but excited about the date. Dylan hadn't said a word after I said yes, just smiled the biggest smile I had seen from him and blushed.
We worked side by side, occasionally bumping against each other as we went. It didn't have the same feel as Jayden's heated touches or Landon's flirty ones. They were affectionate little bumps and I didn't mind them at all, which felt weird to me considering I hated physical contact.
In the past, physical contact had always meant pain, from shoves to punches, and every one of them had made me hate being touched even more. Even the guiding hands of parole officers and social workers gave me a bad feeling as they had always led to yet another bad experience.
But here, with Polly and these guys, I didn't mind the contact. They hadn't physically hurt me and I could feel my shell slowly pulling back as I relaxed around them. Maybe I wasn't as far gone as I had originally thought.
"That looks like shit," a voice spoke from behind me and I felt the tension return, like it always did when Gavin was around.
I hadn't heard him and Polly come back, the sound of their car being drowned out by the sound of the cement truck. I had been too focused on the job in front of me and my inner thoughts to see the car pull up or Gavin approach us.
Polly was nowhere in sight, so I assumed she was already inside, probably working on food.
I glanced behind me at Gavin, who was standing there with his hands on his hips, appearing as if he was repulsed at the cement I had been smoothing out in front of me. Ah great. I sighed heavily and continued smoothing, ignoring him.
"That's not even," Gavin nitpicked before stepping towards me and yanking the hoe out of my hands . , "let me show you, since you obviously don't know anything."
"I was working on it," I was annoyed. The other guys had told me I was doing a good job and now I had Gavin giving a blind eye to the cement I had already smoothed and nitpicking to cement I hadn't even gotten to yet.
He smoothed the cement over quickly before turning towards me. I could tell by the set of his jaw and the look in his eyes that he was about to lay into me, before he had even opened his mouth. "Well you were doing a shit job of it, just like you do everything. It's no wonder your parents didn't want you. Who would want a worthless, delinquent witch who curses everything she touches?"
"Gavin, stop it," Dylan spoke up, which was a surprise to me, because he usually stayed quiet, even when people were fighting.
Gavin shoved him aside to get in my face, but I spoke before he could, "My parents are dead you fucking moron, and aside from the accident, I’ve done nothing but try to be civil to you. I know you hate me, but at least show a little respect to everyone else here. They don't deserve to have to deal with your arrogant
Ah my gawd, was he adorable or what? "Are you trying to ask me out?"
He blushed, looking down again. "Only if you would want to."
What to say? If I accepted a date with him then what would the others think? And if I did go on a date with him, where would he take me?
Well, now I was just too curious not to say, "yes." I hoped that I wouldn't regret agreeing to a date with him, though the smile on his face told me I wouldn't.
♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
We worked in happy silence for the next couple hours, nervous but excited about the date. Dylan hadn't said a word after I said yes, just smiled the biggest smile I had seen from him and blushed.
We worked side by side, occasionally bumping against each other as we went. It didn't have the same feel as Jayden's heated touches or Landon's flirty ones. They were affectionate little bumps and I didn't mind them at all, which felt weird to me considering I hated physical contact.
In the past, physical contact had always meant pain, from shoves to punches, and every one of them had made me hate being touched even more. Even the guiding hands of parole officers and social workers gave me a bad feeling as they had always led to yet another bad experience.
But here, with Polly and these guys, I didn't mind the contact. They hadn't physically hurt me and I could feel my shell slowly pulling back as I relaxed around them. Maybe I wasn't as far gone as I had originally thought.
"That looks like shit," a voice spoke from behind me and I felt the tension return, like it always did when Gavin was around.
I hadn't heard him and Polly come back, the sound of their car being drowned out by the sound of the cement truck. I had been too focused on the job in front of me and my inner thoughts to see the car pull up or Gavin approach us.
Polly was nowhere in sight, so I assumed she was already inside, probably working on food.
I glanced behind me at Gavin, who was standing there with his hands on his hips, appearing as if he was repulsed at the cement I had been smoothing out in front of me. Ah great. I sighed heavily and continued smoothing, ignoring him.
"That's not even," Gavin nitpicked before stepping towards me and yanking the hoe out of my hands . , "let me show you, since you obviously don't know anything."
"I was working on it," I was annoyed. The other guys had told me I was doing a good job and now I had Gavin giving a blind eye to the cement I had already smoothed and nitpicking to cement I hadn't even gotten to yet.
He smoothed the cement over quickly before turning towards me. I could tell by the set of his jaw and the look in his eyes that he was about to lay into me, before he had even opened his mouth. "Well you were doing a shit job of it, just like you do everything. It's no wonder your parents didn't want you. Who would want a worthless, delinquent witch who curses everything she touches?"
"Gavin, stop it," Dylan spoke up, which was a surprise to me, because he usually stayed quiet, even when people were fighting.
Gavin shoved him aside to get in my face, but I spoke before he could, "My parents are dead you fucking moron, and aside from the accident, I’ve done nothing but try to be civil to you. I know you hate me, but at least show a little respect to everyone else here. They don't deserve to have to deal with your arrogant
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