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going to become a family immediately, but there isn’t any chance of it ever happening if you don’t let go of your anger towards me.” She leans forward with sincere eyes. “I get that we completely uprooted you without giving you much notice. We are so very sorry that moving here has been so difficult, but you’re here now, Krista. It’s time to move forward, not backwards. And as much as you’re going to hate hearing this, I don’t care what age you are, I am still your mother, and I still deserve your respect.”
We rarely fight, and I think this is the longest disagreement we’ve ever had. It’s not like staying mad at her will change anything, so I sigh and nod in agreement. “I’m sorry. I’m not trying to make things more difficult for you guys, I’m just having a hard time finding anything worth being happy about.”
She sighs, running a hand through her sleek hair. “That Riley sure messed things up for you, didn’t he?”
“Yeah.”
“As much as I would like to give that boy a piece of my mind, I am trying to be understanding about it for Mitch’s sake.”
“It sucks, but I understand. Mom, are you happy here? I mean, do you see yourself really being happy here?” I ask as I gaze out at the darkened trees in the yard. I have to admit that tonight, the quietness doesn’t bother me quite as much as it usually does. It feels peaceful, and I enjoy the faint sounds of crickets chirping.
“So far, I like it better than the city. Though I am having a hard time finding a job. I applied at the local salon here in town, but they said they weren’t hiring. I’ve started applying in Manchester, so hopefully I can get a job soon and help with the bills.”
“I’m sure you’ll have a job in no time,” I say optimistically.
Five
The last person I expect to find at my locker before lunch is Cord Bodine. He’s just lounging against it as if he doesn’t have a care in the world while ignoring the other students who are giving him curious stares as they walk past.
My eyes helplessly run over him, because he’s just so dang fine to look at. Today he’s wearing a gray, V-neck tee and dark jeans, with his ever present black boots on his feet. I watch as he straightens when he sees me, and his eyes seem to cool even further.
If he is so unhappy to see me, why is he waiting on me? I pause in front of him and look at him expectantly. “Why are you at my locker?”
He tucks his hands in his front jeans pockets as he gazes down at me. “Isn’t it obvious?” he asks dryly.
“If it were obvious, I wouldn’t be asking. You’re blocking my locker.”
He shifts to the side, and I move up to my locker to spin the dial—all the while feeling very aware of him. If I move my body a couple inches to the left, my arm would probably graze his. The second my locker is unlocked, I open the door so that it can be used as a divider between us. It’s not that his closeness is a bad thing, it’s more along the lines that I feel very attracted to him. I don’t think it’s wise to start falling for a guy like Cord.
As I put my books away, he says nothing. I can feel his eyes on me though, and he’s studying me. I can’t help but wonder what he sees when he looks at me. I shut the locker door and turn to meet his probing gaze. “So why are you stalking my locker?”
He doesn’t crack a smile, but I can sense that he’s amused. “C’mon, trouble. You’re better off with me during lunch.” He adjusts his black backpack over his broad shoulder and saunters away.
I blink, completely caught off guard that he intends for us to eat lunch together. Curiosity has me hurrying to catch up so that I can fall into step with him as we walk down the hall. “So is this going to be a daily thing? Eating lunch together?”
We reach an exit that leads outside, and he pushes the door open, motioning politely for me to step through the doorway first. “Until they leave you alone, yes,” he clips out.
I step
We rarely fight, and I think this is the longest disagreement we’ve ever had. It’s not like staying mad at her will change anything, so I sigh and nod in agreement. “I’m sorry. I’m not trying to make things more difficult for you guys, I’m just having a hard time finding anything worth being happy about.”
She sighs, running a hand through her sleek hair. “That Riley sure messed things up for you, didn’t he?”
“Yeah.”
“As much as I would like to give that boy a piece of my mind, I am trying to be understanding about it for Mitch’s sake.”
“It sucks, but I understand. Mom, are you happy here? I mean, do you see yourself really being happy here?” I ask as I gaze out at the darkened trees in the yard. I have to admit that tonight, the quietness doesn’t bother me quite as much as it usually does. It feels peaceful, and I enjoy the faint sounds of crickets chirping.
“So far, I like it better than the city. Though I am having a hard time finding a job. I applied at the local salon here in town, but they said they weren’t hiring. I’ve started applying in Manchester, so hopefully I can get a job soon and help with the bills.”
“I’m sure you’ll have a job in no time,” I say optimistically.
Five
The last person I expect to find at my locker before lunch is Cord Bodine. He’s just lounging against it as if he doesn’t have a care in the world while ignoring the other students who are giving him curious stares as they walk past.
My eyes helplessly run over him, because he’s just so dang fine to look at. Today he’s wearing a gray, V-neck tee and dark jeans, with his ever present black boots on his feet. I watch as he straightens when he sees me, and his eyes seem to cool even further.
If he is so unhappy to see me, why is he waiting on me? I pause in front of him and look at him expectantly. “Why are you at my locker?”
He tucks his hands in his front jeans pockets as he gazes down at me. “Isn’t it obvious?” he asks dryly.
“If it were obvious, I wouldn’t be asking. You’re blocking my locker.”
He shifts to the side, and I move up to my locker to spin the dial—all the while feeling very aware of him. If I move my body a couple inches to the left, my arm would probably graze his. The second my locker is unlocked, I open the door so that it can be used as a divider between us. It’s not that his closeness is a bad thing, it’s more along the lines that I feel very attracted to him. I don’t think it’s wise to start falling for a guy like Cord.
As I put my books away, he says nothing. I can feel his eyes on me though, and he’s studying me. I can’t help but wonder what he sees when he looks at me. I shut the locker door and turn to meet his probing gaze. “So why are you stalking my locker?”
He doesn’t crack a smile, but I can sense that he’s amused. “C’mon, trouble. You’re better off with me during lunch.” He adjusts his black backpack over his broad shoulder and saunters away.
I blink, completely caught off guard that he intends for us to eat lunch together. Curiosity has me hurrying to catch up so that I can fall into step with him as we walk down the hall. “So is this going to be a daily thing? Eating lunch together?”
We reach an exit that leads outside, and he pushes the door open, motioning politely for me to step through the doorway first. “Until they leave you alone, yes,” he clips out.
I step
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