I arrive to tech at the same time as Wren. I get out, trying to out walk her. She doesn't take the hint, jogging to catch up to me.
"Hey!" she falls into step with me, "You're early."
"I am," I keep my replies short, on a mission, "I told Layne I'd bring her lunch."
Layne still refused to accept any rides from me, so this was our middle ground. We agreed to arrive to school twenty minutes early and eat lunch together.
"You never used to buy me lunch," Wren comments.
I'm not even listening to her. "Okay," I brush her off, "And?"
I enter the classroom, handing Layne her food, "My love."
"You don't get to call me that," she responds, "But thank you."
"I'm gonna call you that anyway," I smirk, "And no, thank you."
She rolls her eyes. "Need me to turn it down?" I question.
"Just the slightest bit," she nods, "The way you're acting has me wondering if that cutting board knocked a screw loose."
"I'm actually paying attention to you and now I've gone crazy?" I scoff, "Just drag me, huh?"
She shrugs, taking a bite of the burrito that I bought her, "Sorry about it."
"Are we ever gonna talk about my assailant?" I ask, "I thought that breaking your heart was my job?"
She doesn't smile, "We're not talking about him. And no, he did not break my heart. I broke his."
During the week, she lets me keep bringing her lunch that week. With me busy trying to keep my shit together, tech quickly becomes the only place I can get any attention from her.
She doesn't have to do anything to get attention from me.
The weekend hits and I work the opening shift, speeding through the prep for the day before heading to the Sinclair's.
Technically, I should be helping Dil pack up the house. But truthfully, my motives lie more in of wanting to have a excuse to bother Layne than in actually wanting to help, not that I mind. They have me clear out Ms. Cassie's room, not having the heart to so it themselves and not wanting to call Saf back in to help.
As part of my job, Dil hands me a list of things that they still want, telling me to bag the rest of her clothes away for the donation.
"If you see something you want, you can have it," he adds, "You were basically her third kid-- Only you were fucking the second one."
He walks off and I get to work, having not a problem with either tasks, taking about two hours, since it's not my stuff and I have little attachment to it. The only thing I claim for myself is her collection of bandannas. When I'm done I head to Layne's room, which looks basically the same.
"What do you want?" she's stretched on her bed, reading.
"To be a distraction," I jump onto the bed next to her, "Hey. How you doin'?"
"Bold how you're parading around here like I'm not still mad at you," she says, not looking away from her book.
"But not as mad?" I prompt.
"Just as mad," she corrects, "And now that your concussion is better and your face is healing, I can show you my full wrath without feeling bad."
"You love me," I tell her, "Being my girlfriend brightens your life."
"That's a funny way to say 'Stresses me out'," she puts the book down.
"But you admit I'm still your girlfriend?"
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one sin.
Romance(NEW AND IMPROVED--- REVISED AND EDITED) Junior year, Kaylie Jane or "KJ," if anyone's asking, messed around and fell in love with a girl. Which is cool if you're into that type of thing, but she's not. Determined to have a hoe free senior year with...
