My Weekly Horoscope

Chapter 7

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Tate shared some similar qualities with his brother, like the fact that they both had dark brown hair that almost looked black and a structured jaw line. They were also about the same height, which was around six feet tall. Other than that, though, they were pretty different. Henry's hair was sleeked back with hair gel a lot. Tate's hair was longer and didn't have any hair gel. And then there were their eyes.

Henry had nice eyes. They were big and brown. Most girls would probably die over that, like Tally. But Tate's eyes were... well, what were they? From where I stood they were green, but then as I got closer they seemed like a greyish blue. Maybe they were turquoise? Or hazel? He seemed to be examining me the same way I was him. 

"Hello, Ashton!" Betsy ran across the counter and came to hug me. After she hugged me, she looked at us both starring at each other and cleared her throat,"Ashton, this is..."

"Tate. I know," He looked extremely surprised to know that I knew his name. I wondered if he recognized me.

"Yes you go to school together. That's right! Are you guys in any of the same classes?"

"No. She's a year younger than me," Now it was my turn to look surprised and I was starting to realize we probably were a strange sight because it seemed we hadn't taken our eyes off of each other since I walked in. Tate was a junior and I was a sophomore. It was his darn eyes. Were they brownish grayish? Green? No, there was more than that.

"Yes, well Tate's just here to fill out our form. I think you have a good shot at getting hired, Tate," (This was a joke because he was practically guaranteed a job since they needed workers so badly) Betsy was smiling at him, but he still just stared at me. I would have thought he was weird if I wasn't doing the same thing. Betsy looked over at my brother, "Oh, well look who it is! How are you, Preston?"

As if that was his que to look away, Tate focused his attention on my brother instead,"Hey there, what's your name?" He smiled down at my brother. The sudden shift of attention selfishly irritated me and I couldn't exactly tell why.

"I'm Preston Weathersby. I'm nine years old and I play soccer and baseball. Ashton's my sister and I don't think you should be starring at her like that because she has a date on Friday," My brother's word vomit felt like a slap in the face. I suddenly remembered why I was there.

Tate only smirked and crouched down next to my brother saying, "Well in that case, I can't be smitten with a young lady that's taken," I realized another difference between him and his brother; his voice,"But don't you worry, your sister's not really my type." He winked up at me when he said this and, for some reason, I became angry with him and sneered.

My brother seemed to think it was funny and laughed. This only caused Tate's smile to grow. As he continued to talk to my brother, Betsy walked back over to me.

"What's this I hear about a date?" She whispered to me and I could barely control the smile that began to grow across my face.

"I'll tell you about it later," I whispered back through my smile and red cheeks.

She winked at me and then took Preston by the hand, "C'mon, Preston. If you're ever going to work for me someday you have to learn how to make coffee." Preston skipped alongside Betsy, head held high. I knew he liked the idea of working there one day.