The Barber Shop

chapter 2

Chapter 2 Written by Bloody- Marsh :) 

Lexi’s POV

I know I should be happy about this arrangement, but I’m totally not.

For after me and the boys went home to get a few stuff, my mom saw Martin, and, knowing my mom, freaked.

She wasn’t angry, but far from it. She was mooning over Martin’s appearance and was too busy making small talk with him to even tell me where she put my favorite wool jacket.

“It’s in the house somewhere….” Was all I got from my mom when I tried asking once. And that’s really a load of help. In the house somewhere my a**.

After 5 minutes I finally found my jacket. Then, I spent another 5 minutes of today dragging both Martin and Jonah away from the house and my suddenly suspiciously kind and hospitable mother.

After an incredibly awkward drive to the skating rink, where even Jonah didn’t talk, we put our skates and started skating.

I don’t know why, but the feel off my feet gliding across the smooth surface of the rink started to make feel lighter. Without knowing why I purposely bumped into Martin and laughed at his surprised face. But I quickly stopped after seeing him smirk and chase after me. And when Jonah saw the whole thing, he chased me as well, shouting, “I want in! I want in!”

Of course I was caught, and surprisingly, by Jonah.

After a brief rest we headed home. Jonah asked Martin to stay for dinner, and so did my suddenly over-eager mom. I swear, she’s treating Martin like he was the prodigal son. “Oh Martin, do you like tea, or coffee?” She once asked him with a too-sweet voice that made me retch.

“Mom,” I said, “what are you doing?”

“Shush!” She hissed. “Don’t interrupt with my plans.”

Oh I give up.

When we finished dinner, while my mom left to wash the dishes, and Jonah cleaned the table, I snuck out to get some air. My mom is so annoying sometimes.

Suddenly, Martin appeared behind me and tapped my shoulder. “I know what you’re thinking.” He said, smiling.

“And what is that?”

“I’m just so cute that even middle-aged women who are clearly above 50 years are falling for me.”

“So not true.” I contradicted, smiling as well. Something about his smile that is just so contagious, you can’t help but smile even if the joke’s not funny at all.

“Well, how come you blush whenever you see me?” He said, moving in closer to me.

“Well,” I said, both stepping back and pushing him away. “Your aura is scary.”

“Right.” He muttered sarcastically. He pushed my hand away and stepped closer. Right then and there I knew he was about to kiss me.

“Did you know you look so hot in the dark?” And he leaned his head towards mine. I raised my head, thinking, Wow.

“What the hell are you doing?!”

Martin backed away to face the intruder. God help me, it was Liam.