hello wonderful readers! so, here's chapter three. my goal for this chapter is five votes (i know, i aim high) so let's see if we can get that many!
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Chapter Three
Charms and Little Sisters
Colton catches up with me as I'm walking across the parking lot after school. He loops an arm around my shoulders and slows us down to a leisurely pace.
"Slow down! You're walking like you're on your way to a fire!"
"And you're walking like you need a walker." I shoot back, trying to keep up my faster speed. With Colton hanging off me, however, that proves nearly impossible.
"Nice. Very witty."
I ignore him.
"What's with you?"
What's with me is that the full repercussions of my actions have caught up with me. A simple lapse in judgment. A simple approval to a boy. And now I will have to spend much of my summer with said boy.
Which is a problem.
When we just see each other a few times a day at school, it's easy to ignore him. It's easy to fail to notice his good looks or ignore my stupid flipping stomach. It's easy to overlook Colton Pearce when he's not in your face.
Now, however, he is going to be in mine for a large amount of time. Which could definitely take its toll on both my sanity and judgment.
Out loud, I say only, "Nothing."
"It's not nothing. I know you, Carlson, and you never miss an opportunity to shoot me down."
I'm also trying out Adrienna's 'be nice' technique. So far, I'm not sure if it's working.
"Fine, I'm also not sure if it was such a good idea to agree to clean Mr. Emerson's grandma's house."
"The truth comes out." Colton steers us around in a few small circles before resuming our natural path to my car.
I feel slightly dizzy, although from the spinning or close proximity I'm not sure.
"Why don't you want to help Mr. Emerson anymore?"
We've arrived at my car. Colton follows me to the driver's side and leans against the car.
"I don't know." I open the driver's door and stay like that for a minute, bent at the waist and half peering into my slightly messy automobile.
"There must be a reason."
There is: I don't want to work with you.
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