Chapter 3 Him Again

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“It’s me,” he said with a grin and plopped down beside me. “So how you doing, Volleyball girl?”

I chewed and chewed until it finally disappeared down my throat. “U-Uh good thanks. Tim right?”

“Yep,” he said, popping his ‘p’. “Audrey right? The girl absolutely horrible at Volleyball and seeming to have retarded reflexes?”

“Hey!” I protested with a frown. “Don’t diss me. It’s not nice.”

He snorted and shook his head like he couldn’t believe anything he was hearing – well anything that came out of my mouth, that is. “Are you really serious, Audrey?”

“Yes I am,” I snapped and quickly wolfed down my carnival food. At least they’d serve our town’s annual traditional winter food later on, before the fireworks. “Will you quit being so mean to me?”

“What? I’ve only insulted you twice,” he said with a laugh and shook his blonde head once more. “I still can’t believe it’s come down to this after all this time.”

“Come down to what?” I asked suspiciously. “What do you mean?”

“Nothing,” he replied innocently and grinned. “So how have you been for the past two days?”

“Fine,” I said though immediately my muscles started searing with pain again. Stupid Aimee and her stupid training . . . I say ‘stupid’ way too much. “Why are you here?”

He feigned a shocked expression. “I believe it’s a free country. I’m allowed to be here you know.”

“Well I’ve never seen you around before,” I said with a shrug and tossed the stick into the bin. “You’ve just suddenly appeared, taking the last half hour of our volleyball session and –”

“I saved you from further torture from that Aimee girl of yours,” he pointed out and smirked. “I think I did you a favour.”

I clamped my mouth shut knowing that he had me there. I sighed and looked away, tucking my hands into my lap. “What do you want?”

“I’m merely sitting here, making conversation with a stranger.”

“I’m not a stranger if you know my name! Are you following me?” I blurted out without thinking.

He laughed and rolled his eyes. “Me? Follow you? Sorry Audrey but I have other girls to follow.” He winked at me but I could have sworn he looked a little guilty . . and sad? Of course that was just my imagination. Me and my imagination.

I huffed. “Fine. Then go away.”

“I told you, it’s a free country,” he said, enunciating each word.

“I’m not stupid.”

“I know.” Wow he actually agreed with me.

“All right then,” I said, getting to my feet and brushed myself off. “I think I’m going to go ride the Ferris wheel.” Now why on earth did I say that? I clamped my mouth shut and instantly regretted saying that just as the sly smile on his face caught my eye.

“I’ll ride with you,” he offered. “I’ll pay as well.”

“Look, I’ve been stuck in a stall filled with icy cold water balloons on the night of the winter solstice,” I snapped, massaging my temples. “I would like to spend some time to cool off and warm down if you don’t mind.”

“But I do mind so I will grace you with my presence,” he said, matter-of-fact.

“No, no –”

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