Their Style

Chapter 12

Jasmine's POV

Racin and I walked back to the hotel. He would try to hold my hand sometimes but I caught and stopped him in the act.

"Jasmine, I don't know why you don't like me" Racin said.

"Maybe it's because you're so clingy and don't know how to take a hint" I laughed a little.

"Clingy?" He raised his eyes, "More like determined"

"Determined?"

"I'm not giving up" He promised.

We continued to walk back to the hotel, but I was stopped in my tracks by a shadow that caught my eye.

"Racin, look!" I grabbed his shirt and yanked him back.

The shadow shaped a person, and judging by the stares I could feel, I knew my mind wasn't playing tricks on me.

"Hello?" I tried to make contact with the shadowy figure.

There was no reply.

"I know you're there!" I yelled.

The figure slowly made itself into the light to be seen. Out from the shadows a teenage boy as old as Sam. He was tall, lanky and scrawny. His dark greasy hair was pulled back in his beanie. He looked at us with his pale grey eyes.

"Timothy?"

Timothy was another one of the children that I grew up with. He was very quiet kid. He never said much, but it didn't mean he didn't listen. Timothy was adopted by Nolan and Dylan. But after, his fathers divorced we had never heard from them again.

"Jasmine Widow?" He smiled, "I thought you lived in Kansas?"

"I do" I replied.

"What are you doing in Fort Frances?" He asked.

"I'm just visiting" I lied.

"Who's your little friend?"

"I'm Racin" Racin butted in.

"Dawson?" Timothy wondered.

"Yeah" Racin squinted, "How did you know?"

"You look just like your mother"

Racin forced a smile, "Haha-thanks"

"I could have sworn your name was supposed to be Bobby?" Timothy continued.

"Bobby?" Racin and I exchanged confused looks. I could tell Timothy was making him uncomfortable.

"Robert Dawson, that's the name your mom wanted"

Racin was shifted uncomfortably, "how do you-"

"You were too little to remember me. I used to play with you guys when we were little. Then my dad cheated on my father with another woman and-" Timothy started to laugh crazily.

"Sorry about that" Racin apologized.

"Don't worry about it- I got over it"

"So Racin?" He put his arm up on his shoulder, "How's Rosie?"

"Rose? Uh- she's good"