him.
“What are you talking about?” I said, surprised.
“Come on, Marisol. The minute those chicks sta rted hanging all over Jason, I saw the daggers shooting out of your eyes.”
I glanced down at my shoes now, imitating him early. He tucked his hand under my chin and lifted my head up until I was looking into his eyes. “Declan-“
“Do you like him, kiddo?” He asked softly.
“I’m not looking for anything like that right now. Dude, believe me, not a whole lot to offer at the moment. I’m just focusing on me right now.” I said , sounding completely rehearsed.
“That’s not what I asked.”
“He said I wasn’t his type.” I hedged.
“Marisol-” He began, his grip tightening on my chin. Feeling frustrated with the turn of events, I jerked out of his grip and practically barked out my answer.
“Do I like him? Sure! I don’t know him very well, but I can see that we get along and have chemistry. Am I attracted to him? I’m not blind. Do I want a relationship with him? No, absolutely not. Not even a casual one. We are friends. Possibly becoming really good friends. That’s what I need.”
He nodded and took my hand and began leading me off the dance floor. I looked for Jason, but didn’t see him anywhere. Right before we got back to the table, Declan leaned down and whispered in my ear, “What are you so afraid of, kiddo?”
He released my hand and waited as the rest of the band stood up, getting ready for their second set. Kayla was asking me if I was ready to leave and I nodded. I blindly followed them out, Declan’s question echoing in my mind.
What are you so afraid of, kiddo? I caught the keys, Johnny threw at me and slid in the drivers seat and began to make our way home lost in thought. What are you so afraid of, kiddo? I could hear Johnny and Kayla talking softly to each other in the back; I glanced in the rearview mirror and saw that they were cuddled up with each other, laughing quietly. I white-knuckled the steering wheel and looked back to the road. What are you so afraid of, kiddo?
Myself.
CHAPTER SEVEN
The rest of the weekend was really nice. On Saturday Kayla, Johnny and I went to the beach and on Sunday, Kayla and I went shopping most of the morning and early afternoon. It was so good to spend some time with just us. I didn’t realize how much I missed her. Though we were complete opposites, she still got me. So she knew not to push all the whole lovey-dovey crap.
We mostly talked about her, thank God. After Jason’s disappearance on Friday night, I didn’t hear or see him for the rest of the weekend. That was fine because I didn’t want to have to analyze either of our actions that night too closely. Currently I was sitting on the couch with Johnny watching football, Kayla had to run to school for a study group so we said goodbye earlier.
I looked at Johnny who jumped up and looked the through the peephole. He snorted and looked at me over his shoulder while unlocking the door.
“Who is it?” I asked. He said nothing, just pulled the door open.
“Hey man, is Mari here?” I recognized his voice immediately because my stomach dropped to my knees. Holy shit fuck! I looked down at myself. Yoga pants and a long sleeve shirt I stole from Johnny that fell to my knees, my hair was on top of my head in a messy bun and I was wearing no make up. Sonofa tit ! I had a feeling that he would always catch me in my most sloth-like apparel. I texted Jason Kayla’s address last night and told him to text me when he was ready to leave. Dammit! I do not like surprises for this reason right here!
“Pinky! You’re friend is here!” Johnny yelled at the top of his lungs, meanwhile three feet away I cringed at the use of my nickname. He dropped down next to me on the couch and I immediately punched him in the arm. “Ow, Pinkster!”
“I swear to God, Johnny!” I growled and continued hitting him while he laughed like a lunatic. I froze when I heard Jason clear his
“What are you talking about?” I said, surprised.
“Come on, Marisol. The minute those chicks sta rted hanging all over Jason, I saw the daggers shooting out of your eyes.”
I glanced down at my shoes now, imitating him early. He tucked his hand under my chin and lifted my head up until I was looking into his eyes. “Declan-“
“Do you like him, kiddo?” He asked softly.
“I’m not looking for anything like that right now. Dude, believe me, not a whole lot to offer at the moment. I’m just focusing on me right now.” I said , sounding completely rehearsed.
“That’s not what I asked.”
“He said I wasn’t his type.” I hedged.
“Marisol-” He began, his grip tightening on my chin. Feeling frustrated with the turn of events, I jerked out of his grip and practically barked out my answer.
“Do I like him? Sure! I don’t know him very well, but I can see that we get along and have chemistry. Am I attracted to him? I’m not blind. Do I want a relationship with him? No, absolutely not. Not even a casual one. We are friends. Possibly becoming really good friends. That’s what I need.”
He nodded and took my hand and began leading me off the dance floor. I looked for Jason, but didn’t see him anywhere. Right before we got back to the table, Declan leaned down and whispered in my ear, “What are you so afraid of, kiddo?”
He released my hand and waited as the rest of the band stood up, getting ready for their second set. Kayla was asking me if I was ready to leave and I nodded. I blindly followed them out, Declan’s question echoing in my mind.
What are you so afraid of, kiddo? I caught the keys, Johnny threw at me and slid in the drivers seat and began to make our way home lost in thought. What are you so afraid of, kiddo? I could hear Johnny and Kayla talking softly to each other in the back; I glanced in the rearview mirror and saw that they were cuddled up with each other, laughing quietly. I white-knuckled the steering wheel and looked back to the road. What are you so afraid of, kiddo?
Myself.
CHAPTER SEVEN
The rest of the weekend was really nice. On Saturday Kayla, Johnny and I went to the beach and on Sunday, Kayla and I went shopping most of the morning and early afternoon. It was so good to spend some time with just us. I didn’t realize how much I missed her. Though we were complete opposites, she still got me. So she knew not to push all the whole lovey-dovey crap.
We mostly talked about her, thank God. After Jason’s disappearance on Friday night, I didn’t hear or see him for the rest of the weekend. That was fine because I didn’t want to have to analyze either of our actions that night too closely. Currently I was sitting on the couch with Johnny watching football, Kayla had to run to school for a study group so we said goodbye earlier.
I looked at Johnny who jumped up and looked the through the peephole. He snorted and looked at me over his shoulder while unlocking the door.
“Who is it?” I asked. He said nothing, just pulled the door open.
“Hey man, is Mari here?” I recognized his voice immediately because my stomach dropped to my knees. Holy shit fuck! I looked down at myself. Yoga pants and a long sleeve shirt I stole from Johnny that fell to my knees, my hair was on top of my head in a messy bun and I was wearing no make up. Sonofa tit ! I had a feeling that he would always catch me in my most sloth-like apparel. I texted Jason Kayla’s address last night and told him to text me when he was ready to leave. Dammit! I do not like surprises for this reason right here!
“Pinky! You’re friend is here!” Johnny yelled at the top of his lungs, meanwhile three feet away I cringed at the use of my nickname. He dropped down next to me on the couch and I immediately punched him in the arm. “Ow, Pinkster!”
“I swear to God, Johnny!” I growled and continued hitting him while he laughed like a lunatic. I froze when I heard Jason clear his
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