Hopefully this makes up for the really short chapter before. I appologize if this is bad, I wrote it at 3:30 in the morning!!! :-!
Chapter 5
Sophie’s POV
He’s so cute. His tiny hands clasped onto mine and made me feel so warm and fuzzy! It’s this feeling I live for, I surround myself smiles and chubby little hands just so I can feel… loved.
We were waiting for his dad. He kept mumbling, “Papi… late… again!”
“I know! Hey, Ash, do you like dancing?” I asked, bending down so I could look at his deep blue eyes hiding behind scruffy dirty blonde hair.
“Yah, yah!” He squealed in delight. Such a happy kid.
I dug through my satchel and found my IPod. I plugged it into the CD player and flicked through my 101 playlists. I smiled and put ‘What the Hell’ by Avril Lavigne on, turning the music up loud. No one else was in the building and Mary, my boss, trusted me enough to look after Ash and then close up.
I grabbed his soft hands and rocked on my heels to the beat of the music. He giggled and jumped up and down. Our laughing echoed through the empty halls.
It was getting late… really late, but I didn’t mind. I didn’t have anything else to do, nowhere to go except home and even that was lonely.
Ash stopped dancing and yawned, a fist rubbing his heavy eyes.
“Aw, come here, fella. You must be tired, do you want to go lie down?” I brushed back his silky hair, kneeling in front of him.
“No! No… I wanna… dance.” He mumbled.
“Alright, come here. We can dance together.” I slowly picked him up and huddled him to my chest. He buried his face into the crook of my neck, his warm breaths slowing and gradually he lifted a thumb and drew it to his mouth.
“Shhh.” I soothed him with gentle strokes, rocking slowly to a .random song. I closed my eyes, tired from another day. Every day seems labouring, if it weren’t for these children, I’d never be able to get up in the mornings.
There was a squeak from behind me, of if a sneaker on linoleum.
My breath quickened. Fear bubbled in my chest and I held onto Ash protectively.
I turned slowly, expecting a knife wielding macho lunatic. But no, I was faced with a man of around twenty? A year older than me.
He smiled, his eyes a mesmerizing blue and his smile charming. He wore red Converse explaining the squeak, a fluoro green sports shirt and black shorts. A thin black jacket was the only thing that warded off the cold.
He held a finger up to his lip.
I frowned in question.
He then whispered, “I’m Jesse, Ash’s dad.”
“Oh!” I grinned, patronizing myself for my anxiety.
“Thank you so much! I am so sorry. I missed my train, and I got fired and…” he rubbed the back of his neck with a shaking hand.
“It’s nothing. Ash is a cute boy, I really like spending time with him.” I smiled.
“Yeah, well…” He sighed, a pained look staining his face.
That face doesn’t suit him.
“Hey, uh, Ash is really good at dancing.” I threw up words… literally. That was the worst line in the history of sentences!
I think my cheeks are cherry red!
He chuckled. “I guess he gets that from his Ma.”
I wandered over to the port racks, and grabbed Ash’s Thomas the Tank Engine bag.
Manoeuvring myself so that I could hand Jesse his bag without disturbing Ash.
“Uh, here…” Slowly I handed Ash to Jesse, hating the absence of his warmth.
“Thank you again, so much. I owe you one.”
“Nah, it’s cool. Um… I hope you don’t mind, but is that an Irish accent?” I shouldered my satchel after grabbing my IPod.
“You noticed?”
“Yeah…” I locked the front door of the kindergarten and shoved my hands into the pockets of my thick leather jacket.
“Yes, it is. Usually people don’t notice.”
“Well, one of my foster mum's was Irish, so…”
“Oh, that’s cool.” He mumbled.
Awkward!
I smiled stopping in front of my car.
“Well, it was nice meeting you.” He tried to hold out a hand but Ash was in the way. We just ended up laughing at each other. He smiled before turning and strolling towards the entrance.
“Hey! Wait! You’re walking?”
“Yeah…” he turned.
“But you’ll both get sick in this weather! Come on, jump in.” I unlocked the doors to my car with a beep.
“Uh, no… that’s alright, you’ve got to go home.”
“No I don’t, and I’m not letting you walk in the cold with a child!” I hate showing my stubborn side.
He laughed and gazed up at the sky, as if looking for an excuse. “Okay, thanks.”
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أدب المراهقينJesse Hamilton has always been lonely. Ever since he started highschool he's been searching for something to make him smile, whether it be sex, drugs, alcohol, parties, he did it all. But with all the bliss comes the torment, and his was forced on...
