My Best Friend's Brother (Discontinued)

Chapter 13

I sigh and walk past Lindsey's parents. Lindsey follows me.

"What are you wearing?" She asks, looking me up and down.

"I wanted to be comfortable." I lie.

"Really?" She cocks her eyebrow.

"Yeah." I say.

"But did you have to choose the baggiest pair of jeans you could find and the largest t-shirt?" She asks.

"Yes." I say.

Because I turned on your dad and now he's avoiding me even though it was just a tiny little incident. My subconscious says.

"Whatever." She half-smiles.

I sit down at the end of the picnic table laid out with food and drinks.

I reach out for a grape and a hand slaps mine away.

"Do not touch." Mrs. Hart says. She has a smile on her face.

"I have to wait?" I ask.

"Yes." She replies.

De- Mr. Hart walks past and takes a seat on the other side of the table at the other end. I sigh and take out my phone from my pocket. A message pops up from Jason and I look over at him right in front of me on the other side of the table.

J: Hey

H: You're right in front of me.

J: but then it would be obvious.

H: it's less obvious than us being on our phones at the same time

J: maybe.

H: lol. You're so weird.

J: but u still like me

H: whatever.

J: I'm smiling.

H: yh I can see that.

J::-)

H: so is our deal over now?

J: nope

I look up at him to see him looking at me with a smirk on his face.

H: I hate u

J: yh sure

H: smh

J: OK. I'm hungry. See ya

H: I'm right in front of u so that won't be hard

J : (-:

I chuckle and switch over to Instagram to stalk people.

After a few minutes I feel a finger poking my shoulder. I look over to see that it's Lindsey.

"We're starting," she says.

I nod and place my phone down on the table. I looked over to Mr. Hart and saw that his eyes were on me. He immediately turned away. Without noticing, a small smile appeared on my lips.

I shoved a handful of grapes in my mouth to hide it.

After a prayer we help ourselves to the food on the table. I pile everything on my plate, much to the amused looks from everyone there. With a sandwich in my mouth, I reach for the salad near Mr. Hart but I can't reach it.

"Um, Mr. Hart could you pass the salad?" I ask.

He picks up the large bowl and hands it to me with as little eye contact as possible. I take it quickly and sit back down, placing a portion of it on my third plate. I try to take my mind off it by eating.