Moving on

35. We're Not Dating!

I was sitting alone on the bench of the halfpipe when I felt someone sit next to me and I internally groaned. Unless it was Darrin, I wasn't up to really talking to anybody at the moment. Yeah, I was growing accustomed to Jayce not being here anymore, but that didn't mean I wanted to converse with everyone.

"Why the long face blue?" That deep, yet rich familiar voice asked. I almost laugh. Almost.

"Don't call me that." I tell him snippily.

"Why not? I thought we were cool?" he asks, genuinely sounding confused. Not hurt, just curious.

"We are, but I still don't want you to call me that." I tell him shortly.

"Okay then, Skye. Why the long face?" he asks.

"It's a normal face." I answer, wanting him to leave already. I get I was being bitchy, but I wasn't exactly feeling like captain smiles right now. I was using Dr. Oligarch's former advice and being in my happy place. Thinking about why I was down wasn't ideal for me.

"Please. I know when you're upset by now. You make that weird tantrum inducing face, so what's bugging you? Who do I need to beat up?" he asks, flexing his muscles.

"Unless you can beat up my inner demons, I'm out of luck." I joke.

"Skip the lame attempts to change the topic and tell me what's bothering you will ya? And before you say I don't care, I wouldn't be here if I didn't so spit it out already." He says, reaching for my hand. I let him hold it, but still feel weird about it. He had a point about the caring part, but that didn't mean I wanted to tell him. Friends hold hands, right?

"That house on Hirsch Ct. got sold." I answer. He gives me such a puzzled look, he might've been less confused had I said cats were going extinct.

"And this is bad because...?"

"Because me and my ex-boyfriend used to go there and it just has some memories. It was nice to be able to just go in there whenever I wanted, but that's no longer possible." I explain, yanking my hand away.

"You ever going to tell me what his name was?" He asks, but looks away and whistles when I shoot him a glare. I didn't want to say his name. No grudges or anything. I just didn't want to bring him up if I didn't need to.

"So this house." He starts after a few seconds. "I think it might be good that it got sold. Getting over your ex will be good for you." He says carefully. I sigh and reach for his hand this time. He laces our fingers together and luckily doesn't say anything about it. I know he's right, but it still hurts. It'll always hurt.

"Skylar? Skylar! Skylar it's me, Reese!" the boy chirps from out of nowhere, skating toward us. "Wow, are you and Dom really dating?" he asks, looking at our entwined hands. I move to separate them, but Dominic keeps them interlocked and smiles sweetly.

"Hm." He says, holding up his other hand in a 'stop talking to us' motion. I didn't even know what that meant.

"Uh, okay? Anyways, Dylan and Aaron and Zain are here too. Wanna say hi? They've been asking about you ever since the café." Reese says to me.

"They have? Well, I sort of see why actually. I've missed them too. Sure, let's go Dominic." I say, getting up. Dominic keeps a firm grip on my hand and leads us over to where the others are and most of them looked shocked that we were holding hands.

"Are you guys really a thing or not?" Aaron asks skeptically.

"Hm." Dominic repeats, pretty much ignoring the question. Aaron raises an eyebrow but lets it be.