Rushlow in the Making

Chapter 3

After school I was driving home when I saw my sister, Addison, walking back, she usually takes the bus, but she must've missed it today. "Hey stranger," I called out as I pulled over my car "How's the wondrous world of walking?" She looked at me for a second and looked away, smiling.
"It's great! I love it with all my heart; it can't ever get better than this." Naturally, she was sarcastic, but you never know with her.

                 Addison Rushlow

    - beautiful green-blue eyes

    - Long silky auburn hair

    - Tall and slim

    - Loves to annoy me

She's 14 but has every guy wrapped around her little finger.
I told her to hop on, and we headed home. We talked about many things- scratch that she spoke of many things I mostly listened to her go on and on about every guy who wants to date her and more. But I lost interest and thought about my situation with Adrian earlier.
I was almost positive he either hated me or loved to hate me, either way, he's been making fun of me since the first day I got here, and he's the only person who calls me by the last name.
Maybe he doesn't hate me? No! No way! You hate him, at least I think I do. Do I?
"Kenzey!" I was broken away from my thoughts by my sister "You passed the driveway, you veg-head."
"Oh, right," I said dazedly.

I did a quick U-turn and drove in.

A few hours after I did my homework and chilled watching tv, I tried to call the girls, but they were busy.
I got up and decided to walk over to the park near our house, to swing on swings until my thighs felt numb.
But to my surprise when I got there, I saw Adrian and his guys.
I ignored them like I did every day of my life and went on the swings.
Adrian didn't ignore me though. We kept making eye contact, and he was not shy to keep staring. He eventually walked over to me and sat down to the swing right next to me.
"This seat is taken?" He asked quietly.
"Well your already sitting there so, no." There was a long and dead silence, that was almost comforting. No! Stop it! You hate him. I kept saying to myself so that I would believe it. But I didn't.

He started to swing side to side to bump me, and I looked at him smiling, "There's a smile!" He said quietly.
"Sorry, just have a lot on my mind," I said it, so I didn't look dazed. He looked at me; I continued my rant "lots of stuff jumbled in one small brain, hard to stay focused on a small thing called smiling." That made him laugh, but not the same laugh from before.
A more tired or sympathetic laugh, one you would hear in the morning when you first wake up. He was weirdly different, and I wondered what he thought so much I said out loud.
He looked at me, "I just found out my mom is sick." I moved my eyes from the ground to his
"I'm sorry" I said it so quietly I almost didn't hear it, but he nodded so I know he understood.
He started at the grind with his face all thinking like "I wish I were as strong as you," I kind of snorted, thinking of how strong I was when my mom died, I cried every night and still do. "You make it through every day, and you don't let people get to you, even me, how do you do it?" I didn't really know how to respond
"I don't, I go through every day trying not to let people see my sad and depressed side because there is enough of those people in the world already, mother nature doesn't needed to deal with another." We let that sit in the air, he smiled reassuringly. I was happy, and to be completely honest, I was.