I Hate You . . . I Think

Shells and Threats

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Chapter 20: Shells and Threats

Seth

A week has passed since Low had dinner at my house. I tried to see her almost every day but it was hard because she was trying to spend time with her dad before he leaves at the end of the week. One top of work and taking care of my little brothers, the only time we spent any time together was at school, which definitely sucked. 

My table did move to the one beside her with only a little flirting between some of the girls that sat at that table and Tuckett. I guess having a man whore as a best friend can be helpful.

Not only could I not make out with her all the time when I was with her at school, which was definitely a bummer, but Sasha kept trying to but her way in between the two of us. God that girl is really starting to piss me off.

Tonight I get to spend time with her, but not in the exact way that I want to. I am going over to Low’s house to have dinner with her family and I am scared shitless. Her dad scares the crap out of me, and I have no idea what to do about her little sister. I have spent time around boys because of my brothers, but little girls is a whole different story. Her sister will probably end up hating me by the end of the night.

The only thing that has the ability to get me through the night is the party that Low and I are going to after dinner. All I want to do is spend time with her. I can’t really kiss her in front of her parents, so I am definitely looking forward to having her all to myself at the party.

I make sure my long sleeve t-shirt and black jeans look decent before going out into the family room. 

My brothers are glued to the television screen and my mom is resting in one of the chairs while reading a book. When I walk in the room, she grins at me. She must be able to tell that I am nervous because she gets up to give me a hug.

“You look fine honey. Don’t worry. Your presents are on the kitchen counter.

“Thanks Mom,” I say nervously. I grab the things from the counter and turn to leave the house. “I’ll see you later tonight.” 

In fifteen minutes, I am pulling up outside of Low’s house. This reminds me so much of our date last week, but now there is now excuse to escape from spending time with Low’s parents. I take a deep breath and make my way up the sidewalk.

I hesitate before knocking my hand on the door. Twenty seconds later, the door swings open and . . . there is no one there. I lower my eyes and see a mini version of Low standing in front of me.

Her blonde hair is pulled up into two pig tales on the side of her head, and her mouth is in a frown.

Wow, this is exactly how Low looked in kindergarten. Freaky.

“You’re Seth . . . right?”

I can’t believe that a six-year-old little girl is making me nervous.

“Uh, yeah. Nice to meet you Lexi.” I pull the first present from my hands and give it to her. “This is for you.”

I looks curiously at me and then down at the present in her little hands. She hesitantly tears the wrapper from the package and then stares at it, not making any noise.