Our Game {MARTINEZ SIBLINGS 1}

viii: style

It's bad that I want him to keep pushing. I want him to keep talking to me.

His comments have become my favorite part of the day.

I'm sorry I keep pushing you away Blake.

Last week at lunch when he offered me his apples, I panicked. Because it was too much.

Our conversations have become shorter. Well shorter than how usually short they are.

He calls me pretty everyday. When the bus is late he tells me what we're doing. But other than that, our interactions are minimal,

It's probably my fault. But this is what I wanted isn't it? For him to leave me alone.

I don't think that's the case anymore.

Friday. Please be over already. Counseling prep is going by extremely slow.

I just want to finish here, go home, and sleep. And of course do my homework. And read.

Reading is like my form of escapism. I love it.

"Alright class, bell should ring any minute now. Go ahead and enjoy your weekend."

Thank the heavens. I pack my stuff up and head for the front of the school.

I got an email last night that my bus wouldn't be here for off period pick up, so I'll have to wait until schools normal leave time.

It's alright with me. There's this very nice picnic table at the front under this really pretty tree. I plan to just read there.

I'm a little concerned since today the boys will be home alone. They're usually only alone on A days, so I feel bad.

I sit down at the table and pull out my book. I'm a bitch for romance novels.

There's something addicting about reading other people fall in love. Sets the standards high for sure.

"Dahlia?" That voice.

I turn around, where Blake is standing. He's wearing a tight white t-shirt, outlining the abs I got a picture of 2 weeks ago.

He's also in those grey baseball pants, with sweaty hair and a duffel bag.

Oh my god why does he have to be so hot?

"Um, hi." I slightly wave and turn back to book. Please, I cant let him see how much he's affecting me.

"Don't you have an off period? Shouldn't you be in the bus line?" He concerns.

"Yeah, but my bus won't be here till regular leaving time." I say, my eyes still glued to the page.

Blake must've walked away by now. I'm not sure though, my book has me hooked so I'm not really paying much attention.

When I turn around, he's gone as suspected. What a shame, could've looked at him for a while longer.

"What are you reading?"