“You know what I mean, Andrew,” I apologized.
“Nonsense. I am cold.” His fingertips brushed mine, causing my teeth to chatter instantly. I apologized again, this time because, my break was over and needed to get back to work.
Instead of asked the 16 year-old before me to show his i.d. before renting the R movie, I thought about Andrew. What’s his family like? Are they as gentle as he?
Little did I know, my questions would soon be answered. Andrew and I had been by the pond, skipping rocks. I still couldn’t ignore the chill I felt everytime I stepped near him.
“Andrew!” An angry voice called. His whole demeanor changed at the sound.
“Melinda, stay close to me, please,” his face was weary. A tall boy appeared on the other side. His hair was flaxen, with strands of brown here and there. He had brilliant green eyes, and a lanky appearance. “Russell,” grumbled Andrew. “Go away.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it! Andrew,” Russell said, his voice low, “you know the rules. Let’s go!”