anything, just props himself on an unpacked moving box and stares at me with those intense eyes.
“You have a beautiful voice,” he says this time when I stop to drink some water.
“No I don’t,” I tell him. “It’s just above regular.”
“It sounds very beautiful to me,” he says, walking forward, covering the distance between us quickly.
“You don’t sound as old as you insinuate you are when you say that. Surely you’ve met better vocalists in your long lifetime,” I mock.
“None intrigued me as much as you do,” he says, which causes my breath to catch at my throat, and my body temperature to spike, as I struggle to look anywhere but at him.
“I don’t know what to say to that,” I tell him, suddenly looking up, and once again getting mesmerised by his eyes.
“That’s because there’s nothing to say,” he breathes, his eyes caressing me. I take in a sharp breath, lick my lips and with that single motion I watch his eyes brighten, burn, and he takes an involuntary step closer, his breathing laboured as though he is fighting to restrain himself.
“I..” He starts, but he seems unsure of what to say, his eyes focussed on my lips. “I have to go!” He finally says, and before I can stop him, whizzes out of the garage, leaving me staring after the door long after I’ve heard the powerful engine of his sportscar take off.
I have recovered and I’ve just been practicing one of dad’s spanish songs when I hear a car pull up and laughter, before it takes off again. Soon enough, Tony walks in.
“Hey, kiddo!” I call out laughing, and he wags a warning finger at me in response.
“Sophia,” he starts with a reasoning voice. “I am taller than you, weigh more than you do, have more muscle tone than you, more good looking than you are and brighter than you- so that warrants me against you calling me kiddo just because you swam out four minutes before I could. I probably gave you a headstart, being the gentleman that I am.” We laugh long and hard at this.
“Who was that dropping you off?” I ask much later as I help him make dinner.
“Mandy,” he says, giving me a look.
“Are you two..?” He shrugs in answer.
“Tony!” I rebuke.
“What?” He asks laughing.
“She’s such a..”
“Such a what, dear sis?” He asks amused, looking into my face expectantly to hear what choice of word I’ll use.
“A fake. Girls like that never love..”
“I’m not looking for love,” he tells me. “She’s hot, and I’m looking to have fun. Besides, until you finally go on a second date with Gauthier as I have repeatedly told you, I’m not taking any relationship advice from you.” I roll my eyes at him, and remain silent.
……………...
It’s a few days later, and most of the school is at the canteen for the lunch break.
“I want to go to that hyped up new nightclub downtown..” Jennifer starts.
“You’d never get in,” Dave tells her. “Not without an ID.”
“But it’s my birthday!” I hear Jennifer fret from two tables away. I roll my eyes and turn back to my dark rye sandwich, capturing the slice of cucumber just about to fall off from my sandwich between my teeth, when I catch his intense eyes watching my every move.
I frown at him, but he seems as though in a trance, too focussed on me, on my lips, to notice the reproachful look I’m giving him. People are noticing, for everyone on his table is turning to look between me and him amused. Soon it’s not just his table, for most kids at the canteen are now snickering and giggling in our direction.
“That guy’s got it bad for you!” Amelia says. I shake my head at her.
“He’s deluded..” I answer.
“What guy?” Tony asks, turning in the direction Amelia nods before I can stop her. “Oh hell no!” He exclaims, rising to his feet.
“Tony wait!” I call. Too late though. I jump off the bench and and run after my brother, but he is faster and has longer strides.
“Hey, Gauthier!” He
“You have a beautiful voice,” he says this time when I stop to drink some water.
“No I don’t,” I tell him. “It’s just above regular.”
“It sounds very beautiful to me,” he says, walking forward, covering the distance between us quickly.
“You don’t sound as old as you insinuate you are when you say that. Surely you’ve met better vocalists in your long lifetime,” I mock.
“None intrigued me as much as you do,” he says, which causes my breath to catch at my throat, and my body temperature to spike, as I struggle to look anywhere but at him.
“I don’t know what to say to that,” I tell him, suddenly looking up, and once again getting mesmerised by his eyes.
“That’s because there’s nothing to say,” he breathes, his eyes caressing me. I take in a sharp breath, lick my lips and with that single motion I watch his eyes brighten, burn, and he takes an involuntary step closer, his breathing laboured as though he is fighting to restrain himself.
“I..” He starts, but he seems unsure of what to say, his eyes focussed on my lips. “I have to go!” He finally says, and before I can stop him, whizzes out of the garage, leaving me staring after the door long after I’ve heard the powerful engine of his sportscar take off.
I have recovered and I’ve just been practicing one of dad’s spanish songs when I hear a car pull up and laughter, before it takes off again. Soon enough, Tony walks in.
“Hey, kiddo!” I call out laughing, and he wags a warning finger at me in response.
“Sophia,” he starts with a reasoning voice. “I am taller than you, weigh more than you do, have more muscle tone than you, more good looking than you are and brighter than you- so that warrants me against you calling me kiddo just because you swam out four minutes before I could. I probably gave you a headstart, being the gentleman that I am.” We laugh long and hard at this.
“Who was that dropping you off?” I ask much later as I help him make dinner.
“Mandy,” he says, giving me a look.
“Are you two..?” He shrugs in answer.
“Tony!” I rebuke.
“What?” He asks laughing.
“She’s such a..”
“Such a what, dear sis?” He asks amused, looking into my face expectantly to hear what choice of word I’ll use.
“A fake. Girls like that never love..”
“I’m not looking for love,” he tells me. “She’s hot, and I’m looking to have fun. Besides, until you finally go on a second date with Gauthier as I have repeatedly told you, I’m not taking any relationship advice from you.” I roll my eyes at him, and remain silent.
……………...
It’s a few days later, and most of the school is at the canteen for the lunch break.
“I want to go to that hyped up new nightclub downtown..” Jennifer starts.
“You’d never get in,” Dave tells her. “Not without an ID.”
“But it’s my birthday!” I hear Jennifer fret from two tables away. I roll my eyes and turn back to my dark rye sandwich, capturing the slice of cucumber just about to fall off from my sandwich between my teeth, when I catch his intense eyes watching my every move.
I frown at him, but he seems as though in a trance, too focussed on me, on my lips, to notice the reproachful look I’m giving him. People are noticing, for everyone on his table is turning to look between me and him amused. Soon it’s not just his table, for most kids at the canteen are now snickering and giggling in our direction.
“That guy’s got it bad for you!” Amelia says. I shake my head at her.
“He’s deluded..” I answer.
“What guy?” Tony asks, turning in the direction Amelia nods before I can stop her. “Oh hell no!” He exclaims, rising to his feet.
“Tony wait!” I call. Too late though. I jump off the bench and and run after my brother, but he is faster and has longer strides.
“Hey, Gauthier!” He
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