Misunderstood...

Chapter 6

"I don't like him." Dalton grunted as he shoveled more poop into a giant barrel as I sipped away at my lemonade.

"Don't worry I don't either. Unless he becomes you then I don't like him."

He sent me a smirk while wiggling his eyebrows.

"What?" I asked biting my straw.

He kept from his spot and lifted me into the air making me almost drop my drink.

"Dude! I almost dropped my lemonade!" I squealed.

He laughed as he set me down. His light brown hair was almost covering his eyes until he swept them away.

He winked at me then went back to work like nothin happened.

"Ah there you are Princess!" Oliver called from behind me.

I cringed. I noticed Dalton stiffen as he tried not to seem bothered by Oliver.

"Hey Oliver."

"Hello love. Who's your friend?" He said nudging his head toward Dalton.

"That's Dalton. My boyfriend." I said sipping my drink as I stared at Dalton.

He wiggled his eyebrows once again.

"Boyfriend? Well I guess I'll cancel my reservations for is to go to that new fancy restaurant in town." He sighed.

"I'd rather go to McDonald's anyways." I said with a grin.

"Kota! I need you assistance!" My dad yelled from the back.

I groaned. "Looks like boys are just all over me today!"

I walked into the back to see my father attempting to put the Pegasus's in the trailer.

"I need your help."

I snorted. "Well first off you don't push them on the butt to get in." I said walking in the trailer and walking each one in.

"Gee thanks Kota." My dad said shutting the trailer door.

"No problem dad."

"Everyone seems to like Dalton except for on person."

"Who?"

He nudged his head forward. "Oliver."

I turned to see Oliver scrunching his nose at probably one of Dalton's bad knock knock jokes.

"Have you figured out your talent yet?" My dad asked rubbing the back of his neck.

"Yup."

"Really? What is it?" He asked excitedly.

"Mind control. Watch this."

I turned to Oliver and Dalton to see the barrel full if poop as I lifted it with my mind. Call me crazy but I couldn't believe this was happening either. I lifted the barrel just over Oliver's head to see Dalton holding bak a grin.

"Do it. Do it." My dad whispered.

"Don't you dare young lady!" A voice yelled causing the whole barrel to come toppling down on.