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There was an awkward silence in the car, none of us wanted to say anything. I looked up at the mirror to see all three boys on their smartphones. Even though they were the ones to insist I ride with them, they seemed tense and uncomfortable with me being here.
I don't know if it's just me, but Jamie seemed to be bothered the most. Again, it could be my imagination.
Simon caught me observing them and smiled.
I smiled half heartedly and looked away.
Oh how embarrassing...
I cleared my throat as my face burned with shame. No matter how amazing eye candy they are, bad things happen if girls ogle boys.
My skin crawled in distaste.
"So," Aiden suddenly spoke, breaking my train of thought, "do all the girls wear long sleeves during the summer?" He chuckled.
Simon chimed in, "Some sort of new trend?"
Some bruises from the week before were still present on my arms and legs. My essential wardrobe consists of things that cover my skin. The only time I wear shorts is when I'm all alone in the house.
My uncle would FREAK if he found out, and I don't want to add to his already huge amount of stress.
"Haha, yeah I guess... It's- It's a lot more comfortable than it looks." I shifted in my seat. Oh god they're making me nervous, and not in the good way. "And I don't have to worry about falling and scraping my elbows, haha."
"How clumsy do you have to be to wear sleeves in the summer?" Simon chuckled.
Why's he asking so many questions?
"Ahahaha, I uh-- yeah geez, I uh... Haha, I don't know? Like- like a ten?" I internally slapped my forehead. My response was so stupid that I had a hard time not cringing at myself.
"Oh how funny." Jamie looked at me. "You sure it's not for another reason?" I gulped. Surely the bruises on my wrists weren't visible from where he was seated? Feeling self conscious, I pulled down the hems of my sleeves. His eyes followed my movement. "After all, it's nearly ninety degrees outside."
His eyes were so cat like, they unsettled me.
"What can I say, guess I'm used to it. And, I'm not sure where you're from, but if you can't stand this heat you must definitely not be from the South." I laughed.
"You're not wrong there." Quinn chimed in. "He's from Alaska."
"Ah, that's cool. I've never met someone from there. What's Alaska like?"
"It's cold and the houses are miles apart from each other, which means everyone minds their own business." Jamie said with firmness.
"O-okay. Well, that sounds lovely. I love the fall and winter seasons here in Georgia, but it rarely ever snows. I bet you must miss it."
"I'll live."
Simon nudged Jamie's arm.
"C'mon Jamie, lighten up. You're being uptight. She's just curious, no need to be so mean about it." He ruffled Jamie's hair, making him slap Simon's hand away.
"I am not being mean, I am simply not interested in sharing information with someone I don't even know." He fixed his tousled hair back into his preferred style and grumbled. "And I've told you to stop messing my hair up you midget."
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