Picking Daisies (Book #1, Emily's story)

Chapter Eight

Jazzy and I sat under a tree and watched Dude run around with other dogs and play around in the grass.

"Have you ever been to the park? You know, when you where little?" Jazz picked at the grass. I shook my head no. I was lucky if I ever left my room. Well, if you could call it a room, it was really just a box with a door and a blanket to sleep on.

"You should meet my friends sometime. They would really like you." He nudged. I shrugged my shoulders at him.

"You know, someday you will actually have to talk. I'm not always going to understand you." Jazz chuckled. I rolled my eyes at him and I started to pick at the grass. "Tell me about yourself." He suggested. I shook my head not wanting to talk.

He sighed and pulled out his phone. "Type your answers." He typed down a question.

How old are you?

16.

I'm 17. Favorite color?

Black.

I like blue and red. Favorite animal?

Wolf.

That's cool, I like them too. Where you originally from Scotland?

Yes.

Me too, my mum is Scottish but my da is Irish. You know how to speak any different languages?

Yes. French, German, Belgian, Spanish, English, and Arabian.

I can barley speak English sometimes. Who did you live with before you moved out?

My mum, da, and brother. I didn't move out they kicked me out, I was 10.

I'm sorry. But hey, you can live with me as long as you need. You don't have to go back.

I smiled at this.

Beautiful.

I shook my head and looked up at the sky.

"Hey look! Some of my friends are here!" Jazz motioned at the boys coming toward up.

"Hey Jazz!" The bright blue eyed one plopped down next to Jazz.

"Sup man." The deep brown eyed one sat down to the other side of him.

"Hey guys! This is Emily. I just met her the other day." Jazz smiled.

"Hello Emily. I'm Blade." The boy smiled a wide smiled at me. He had dark brown hair, bright blue eyes, and the rest of him looked just like Dylan O'Brien. That boy on the telly all the girls talk about.

"I'm Tag." The other boy said. He had deep drown eyes and hair, shorter than Blade's. They both had a very sharp jawline but Tag had a better build.

"You go to our school?" Blade asked. I nodded a yes and stared at the ground, not wanting to make eye contact. Of course he wouldn't know. I could hear the boys whisper between each other.

"C'mon Emily let's walk around, this is an amazing park I want to share with you." Jazz took my hand into his and pulled me up. I know he's grabbed my hand before but not like this. It was a lot softer.

We started to walk around the field and he babbled on aimlessly from one topic to another, not really paying much attention to anything but me and him. I looked down to notice something as he talked about his dance crew...

Jazz was still holding my hand.