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hang for any sign of Kat, but it’s as if she disappeared into thin air. I avoid asking Tony anything about his sister because I don’t want to seem overly interested in her. I’m not. She seems unhinged to me and I don’t need that kind of shit in my life. Tony would probably tell his mom I asked and she’d run to Kat about my inquiries anyway. I don’t need Brenda getting the wrong idea. I just wonder what the hell is up with her daughter.
Late afternoon, I finally get a reply from Dash.
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Sorry. Helping my mom with the shop.
Maybe next week?
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Asshole.
Still nothing from Duquesne.
By the end of the day, Tony and I finished the downstairs windows and even picked up Dad and Ed’s slack upstairs. Tony warned me that we’ll be working on siding tomorrow if I want to ditch. I promised I’d be back.
Because purple streaks and pretty lips have rudely invaded my every thought.
In the morning, my dad didn’t have to wake me. I barely slept and was up at the first light seeping through the blinds.
Yes. I even made my goddamn bed.
When we get to the site, I jump out of my dad’s truck before he turns off the engine; I’m so fucking edgy. Everything seems to be grating me so far this morning, especially him. His numerous attempts at joking with me have fallen flat, more so than usual, even for his track record.
Stealthily, I look for her. I have no reason to. We didn’t exactly hit it off yesterday and if we had, it’s still not my style to hunt down a female; however, my curiosity needs squelched. I just have no reasonable explanation why.
I obligingly wave to Brenda. Hopefully, it’s a good sign that she’s here, because then she will be here.
Seriously. What the fuck is my problem? I don’t even know this girl, but I’m so hell-bent on finding out why after meeting me, she took off like she just robbed a bank.
Walking through the construction’s main entry, it’s not long before I find her gazing out a front window. She doesn’t acknowledge my presence, but I know she saw me coming up the walkway.
I’m annoyed by that, yet oddly eager.
“Uh, hey.” Suave, Jared. I clear my throat, feeling fucking maladroit and ridiculous.
“Hey.” She still doesn’t turn around, making any kind of conversation 1,000 degrees of awkward, at best.
Crossing my arms, I take a deep breath. “So, your mom is my dad’s assistant?” Thick silence follows, enveloping even the wall-less room. Shit. Small talk is not my thing.
She finally says, “That’s the rumor.” Neither is hers, apparently.
Shifting, I unfold my arms and hang onto the frame of the living room entryway with a hand. I casually try, “Your mom said you’re a teacher?”
“Yep.” Sounding bored, she doesn’t look away from the window to even tell me to fuck off.
“My best friend is a gym teacher.” I cringe at how classy that was not, and like all teachers belong to a secret society and know each other. I sound like such a dumbfuck.
“Oh.” More boredom. Maybe she’s wishing for that nail gun now.
What am I even doing? I can practically hear the whistling thud Wyle E. Coyote makes when he falls off a cliff.
I wait for her to elaborate, but she doesn’t, which unnerves me even more. I want to walk over to her and shake her until she at least protests. Anything, except to ignore me.
Her loud sighing brings my attention back to her. She shakes her head before reaching up to pull down her sunglasses, muttering to the window, “I have to go help my mom.” She doesn’t even give me a courteous glance before leaving.
What the fuck is her problem? I’m actually making an effort here since she did seem interested in me yesterday and we are working together, but her fuck you attitude is beyond bizarre. I haven’t done a damn thing to her. I don’t even talk to females much, yet this one blew me off before I had the
Late afternoon, I finally get a reply from Dash.
------------------------------------------------
Sorry. Helping my mom with the shop.
Maybe next week?
------------------------------------------------
Asshole.
Still nothing from Duquesne.
By the end of the day, Tony and I finished the downstairs windows and even picked up Dad and Ed’s slack upstairs. Tony warned me that we’ll be working on siding tomorrow if I want to ditch. I promised I’d be back.
Because purple streaks and pretty lips have rudely invaded my every thought.
In the morning, my dad didn’t have to wake me. I barely slept and was up at the first light seeping through the blinds.
Yes. I even made my goddamn bed.
When we get to the site, I jump out of my dad’s truck before he turns off the engine; I’m so fucking edgy. Everything seems to be grating me so far this morning, especially him. His numerous attempts at joking with me have fallen flat, more so than usual, even for his track record.
Stealthily, I look for her. I have no reason to. We didn’t exactly hit it off yesterday and if we had, it’s still not my style to hunt down a female; however, my curiosity needs squelched. I just have no reasonable explanation why.
I obligingly wave to Brenda. Hopefully, it’s a good sign that she’s here, because then she will be here.
Seriously. What the fuck is my problem? I don’t even know this girl, but I’m so hell-bent on finding out why after meeting me, she took off like she just robbed a bank.
Walking through the construction’s main entry, it’s not long before I find her gazing out a front window. She doesn’t acknowledge my presence, but I know she saw me coming up the walkway.
I’m annoyed by that, yet oddly eager.
“Uh, hey.” Suave, Jared. I clear my throat, feeling fucking maladroit and ridiculous.
“Hey.” She still doesn’t turn around, making any kind of conversation 1,000 degrees of awkward, at best.
Crossing my arms, I take a deep breath. “So, your mom is my dad’s assistant?” Thick silence follows, enveloping even the wall-less room. Shit. Small talk is not my thing.
She finally says, “That’s the rumor.” Neither is hers, apparently.
Shifting, I unfold my arms and hang onto the frame of the living room entryway with a hand. I casually try, “Your mom said you’re a teacher?”
“Yep.” Sounding bored, she doesn’t look away from the window to even tell me to fuck off.
“My best friend is a gym teacher.” I cringe at how classy that was not, and like all teachers belong to a secret society and know each other. I sound like such a dumbfuck.
“Oh.” More boredom. Maybe she’s wishing for that nail gun now.
What am I even doing? I can practically hear the whistling thud Wyle E. Coyote makes when he falls off a cliff.
I wait for her to elaborate, but she doesn’t, which unnerves me even more. I want to walk over to her and shake her until she at least protests. Anything, except to ignore me.
Her loud sighing brings my attention back to her. She shakes her head before reaching up to pull down her sunglasses, muttering to the window, “I have to go help my mom.” She doesn’t even give me a courteous glance before leaving.
What the fuck is her problem? I’m actually making an effort here since she did seem interested in me yesterday and we are working together, but her fuck you attitude is beyond bizarre. I haven’t done a damn thing to her. I don’t even talk to females much, yet this one blew me off before I had the
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