Fifteen

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We remained frozen, stuck in our staring match as we heard three short knocks following the bell. Neither of us even made an attempt for the door. Sure, it was my house, so obviously I should have been the one to answer. Yet I made no attempt, and it was clear Gray was growing impatient waiting for me to say something.

I didn't understand why Sky offered to drive us. Gray drove here on his own, I had my own car. We could have easily met him at the mall, but he insisted on driving us. What if I panicked and needed to be taken away from him and his friends right away? I had no escape. Maybe that was his plan all along. Maybe he and his friends were going to kidnap us and make fools of us. Or he was going to sell my body on the black market.

"Aren't you going to get that?" Gray deadpanned.

"So I can die?" I exclaimed.

He hmphed. "Well, you're being dramatic again." Most likely fed up with my bullshit (I couldn't blame him since I was as well), he chose to answer the door himself. "Welcome to our humble home," he greeted Sky using a mock old lady voice. "Can I offer you some lemonade or something?"

"You live here?" Sky asked.

"No," we both stated at the same time. I couldn't tell if Sky was joking about that or not, and it kind of scared me to think he wasn't.

Sky laughed as he walked inside. "How are you doing, Gray?" he asked as he grabbed his hand and pulled in for that hug where they patted each other on the back. Friendly, yet not overly friendly...I was thinking way too much into it. "I'm glad you were able to come with. The more the merrier."

"Good philosophy to live by," Gray smiled.

Sky walked over to me. I was prepared to give the same handshake/hug, since I assumed that was how he tended to greet people. Instead, he went right in for the kill and hugged me. I wrapped my arms around his neck, and I could feel him smile on my neck. "Glad to see you," he whispered.

"You too," I said.

"Is this too much?"

"Little bit."

Instantly, he let me go and took a step back. He smiled, rubbing his hand along the back of his neck. His gaze shifted back and forth between us, but he didn't say anything. Gray and I remained silent, waiting for him to finally say something. I didn't think he realized he needed to say something, because when he finally spoke, he was quite surprised.

"So, my friends are at the mall already. They went to see a movie, but I had to work before I came here. You guys will love them. They're great," he excitedly rambled. "Ready?"

"Let's do this," I stated, bracing myself for what laid ahead of me: social anxiety.

Gray sat in the back, and I sat in the passenger seat. Sky's fingers constantly fidgeted. They weren't even dancing to the song playing in the car. It was far more nervous, like he had anxiety while driving. But he seemed perfectly content on our date, so that couldn't have been it. Maybe it was the fact we were going to meet his friends. That would certainly make some people uncomfortable.

As it turned out, it wasn't that. The more I watched him squirm, I realized he was debating on whether or not he should hold my hand. Was it because of what happened earlier? Was it because Gray was watching us from the backseat? I saw the bastard smirking at me from the rearview mirror, and I was prepared to flip around in the backseat to smack his smugness clean off his face. But alas, I couldn't.

As unsure as he was in the car, Sky seemed to get over it the moment we pulled up to the mall. "Are there any stores you particularly want to go to?" he questioned.

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