Page 40 of Damaged Boys Don't Fall For Bubbly Girls
“Us, too,” I tell him with a smile. He returns it.
Finn’s phone dings. “It’s my mom. She needs me home to babysit my little brother. You guys want a ride?”
“You were our ride here,” Nate reminds him.
“Unless we all pile onto Brock’s bike,” Theo jokes.
“Heck no,” Brock says.
“If you damage Brock’s bike, all hell will break loose,” Dean says with a laugh. “He loves that thing to death.”
“Hey, I busted my butt getting good grades for it,” Brock says in a humorous tone. “So none of you are coming within one inch of it.”
“Can Itouchit?” Theo whispers in a creepy voice.
“No,” Brock responds in the same voice.
We all get up and make our way downstairs and to the front door. After wishing goodbye to my mom, me, and Brock, the six of them get in Finn’s car and drive off.
Brock and I remain standing outside.
In silence.
“So, um—”
“If the movie was too scary—”
“Oh, sorry,” he says. “What were you saying?”
I hold up my hands. “No, you go.”
“Mine’s not important.”
“Neither is mine.”
He rubs the back of his head. Then he stuffs his hands into his pockets. “I just wanted to say that I’m sorry if the movie was too scary.”
I scoff. “You know I’m not scared of scary movies. This one was just, er, unexpected, I guess. The special effects make the sea monsters look so realistic. And the story was pretty captivating.”
“I’m glad you liked it.”
We stand in silence again. Ugh, why are things so awkward all of a sudden? Is it because we’re both thinking about how he held my hand when he thought I was scared?
“So…I guess I’ll go?” he says.
“You don’t have to.”
“I actually don’t want to.”
“Really? I mean, cool. So what do you want to do?”
He shrugs. “Anything. I always have fun with you.”
Yeah, when things aren’t so awkward.
We head back up to my room. I sit down on my bed, but Brock makes his way to the photos pinned near my mirror. He studies the ones that were taken after he left carefully…like he’s trying to picture what he missed out on?
Then he reaches for one and smiles, making his way back to me and sitting down. “I remember this.” He holds it out to me.
