Monday finally came, and I was so happy about that. Generally people hate Monday’s, but this means I have an excuse to spend time with Sin. I realize that I shouldn’t bask in the fact that he likes me and thinks I’m beautiful, but I can’t help it.
Therefore I vowed when I held Moses in my arms on Saturday, when Sin helped me find him, that I would enjoy this feeling for as long as I could, but once he makes me fall for him, I will leave and never look back.
I got dressed in a Beaverton Bakery sweater that I got from when I worked there, and pulled on some Lucky Brand jeans. I grabbed a granola bar and some money for coffee as per usual and opened the door. I was about to walk out when Moses came running down the hallway, entwining himself in my legs.
“No Moses, I have to leave,” I whispered to him, picking him up and placing him on the couch before quickly running out the door. I heard him jump off the couch and claw, with his nail less paws, at the door.
I felt terrible, but I smiled because he made me laugh, even when he needed attention.
“What are you smiling about?” Sin said, coming up behind me, wrapping his arms around me, resting his head on my shoulder.
I laughed at him and turned to look up into his blue eyes, “Oh just the little attention freak back in the apartment.”
“I see,” he said, pointing to the door with the ever-loud Moses crying behind it. “Are you ready for school?”
“Ha. You are a funny one.” I said sarcastically, walking towards the parking lot, dragging him along with me. I reached his car first, opening the driver side door, opening it and sitting in the seat, smiling sweetly at him. “Can I drive this time?”
He scoffed at me, gently pulling me out of the seat and into his arms, “Now you’re the funny one.” Sin kissed me lightly and pulled me over to the other side. I got in and pouted at him, hoping I’d get somewhere this time.
“Nope. You aren’t driving and that’s final.” With that he started the car and drove onto the road, headed to school. He glanced at me in the mirror and stated, “Plus you don’t even know how to drive. You don’t even have your license or a valid permit at that.”
I gaped at him. I couldn’t believe he just said that. Okay it was hot in his English accent but still, how rude. “Excuse me. My mom never had the time, and my somewhat friends never had the courage to teach me.” I crossed my arms and turned away from him, slightly frustrated with the situation.
“What about your dad? Why didn’t you just ask him?” Sin asked me playfully. I knew he meant it innocently but it hurt and I hadn’t even told him about the whole situation there.
I blinked and kept my eyes closed while I told him what he did, what I wrote about him, and how my therapist, who I fired, sent it to him. “Maybe I will be finding out how to drive, I just have to wait until he shows up, angry and accusing.” I laughed humorlessly at my situation, glancing at Sin’s hard face.
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Science FictionRydia feels unwanted and undeserving, but that all changes with one trip to the therapist and a ride back on the bus. There are things her mom never told her that she will find out from her new found friend Sinclair. Sinclair, also known as Sin, a...
