Just so you all know, I am not copying this story. The account on which I originally posted this, PoandLouis, got hacked and my password got changes. My friend 1D_Moments is reposting what I did write so I could work on another story without worrying. Anyways enjoy!
Trinity's POV
His nearly black eyes stared at me as though he wanted to do something to me. I wasn't sure what. I waved a little. Nothing. I stared back and Stella elbowed me. She's always interrupting my fun.
"Trinity. The service!" she whispered angrily.
I looked back down as we prayed and thought about it. Mrs. Hood has been bringing Mali, Koa, and her husband since I was very young, but who was this new, mysterious boy? He looks like her son, but Mrs. Hod wouldn't have a tattooed, pierced boy as her son. All I knew was that I hope he talks to me after the service.
My father announced to start passing around the giving basket in which you put money for the poor and I saw the mystery boy take a couple dollars from the basket and quickly put them in his pocket. I stood in shock and wasn't sure if I should tell someone or not. It's against God to steal. I'll tell father once we get home.
"I've noticed a new face in the crowd this lovely morning. Young man in the front, would you like to come forth?" father said into the microphone. I watched as the mysterious boy walked forward. He was tall. Really tall. He had tattooed sleeves and very big earrings in his ears. Gages, mother called them once i believe. She says they're unacceptable.
"Sup. I'm Calum," he said into the microphone. Now all the children of the pastor must shake hands with him and give our blessings.
When it was my turn, I felt my hand shake quite a bit and took grasp of his and sparks creeped up my whole arm. I jumped back in shock and he winked at me.
"Blessings towards you and your loved ones this Holy Sunday," I said quickly before almost running back towards Stella.
"Any other words Calum?" my mother asked politely, as usual.
"Your daughter at the end of the line is quite hot," he said looking over at me. Hot? Does that mean my hands were sweaty? Oh no. My hands were sweaty. I turned bright red and looked over to see my brothers attempting to hold back laughter. How humiliating.
Father looked at Calum with a disgusted look while he walked back toward his family. I don't understand why he was so angry that Calum said I have sweaty hands.
The service ended and I quickly hurried out the door to apologize to Calum for my sweaty hands. When I saw him he was near a motorcycle and was putting on a helmet. I hurried towards him, but i fell on my back into the grass, exposing my underwear. I'm just not having any luck today, am I? Calum ran towards me to help me up. Oh no.
"Are you okay?" he asked, helping me up.
"Yes. Thank you very much. While we are talking, I find it only polite to say my apologies for touching you with sweaty hands," I said, brushing my dress off.
"What?"
"You said I was hot."
"Wait. Are you for real right now?"
"Um. Yes? What other meaning of hot is there?"
"I'll see you next week..."
"Trinity."
"Woah. That's a beautiful name."
"Thank you. Calum is quite the proper name."
"Wait uh Trinity. I was wondering if you'd like to maybe go..."
"Yes. She will in fact be going Calum. Say goodbye and send your regards Trinity. You have to start your tutoring soon," father said interrupting Calum's sentence.
"Goodbye Calum. I hope you have a wonderful week. I'll see you next Sunday. I once again apologize for my sweaty hands," I said, following behind my father. All I can wonder is what Calum was going to say. Go where?
On the drive home, all I could think of was Calum. He didn't dress like other boys at the church. He wore a shirt that said "Blink 182" that had a monster wrecking a town on it. What does that mean though? Did someone count their blinks? Why was the monster so angry?
"Trinity," Edward said, startling me out of my thoughts. "We've been here for a couple minutes now. Come along."
I hoped out of the van and walked into our big house. It has to be big. There's seven children and two adults living here after all. Father also makes a lot of money from being a famous writer and preacher. He says God told him how to write a bopk about how to raise many children. I think he was smart enough to discover that on his own though.
I began to work on my math when something came to mind. Calum may have feelings toward me.
A/N- I'M SORRY IT'S BORING! I TRIED TO MAKE IT AS CHURCH GIRL-ISH! I KNOW THIS IS KIND OF WEIRD BUT YOU'LL GET IT AS YOU READ ON!
