City Girl.
Chapter 6
Alyson's POV
The ugly thing.
So she thought by sending me away she probably could have had more of Chase to herself?
I officially now hate her to death.
"Oh."
"Yep. She's a great liar, hey?"
He had stopped laughing now, and had gone back to a position of leaning back in his chair, his chin nearly touching his neck, his eyebrows raised, looking at me.
I sighed. How come, two days ago, I was kind of looking forward to staying at this farm, and now, I would rather be anywhere but here? I guess I just wasn't getting what I wanted. Which was, of course, a first experience for me.
"So, is Georgia meeting you here?"
"No, I just needed my coffee fix. My mum is shopping."
I nodded.
"But knowing her she might find a way to get here. Unfortunately."
"Yeah. Okay. Well, I've gotta go. I think that's my dad over there. I guess I'll see you?"
"See you." He said, waving at me, as I walked to my dad.
"Hey, Aly Bear. I think y-"
"Dad, this is, like, a year's worth of shopping. Is there something wrong up there?" I said, pointing a my brain when I said 'up there'.
"Well, I've never done this before so you shut up."
I rolled my eyes, eyeing the trolley that my dad was pushing, which was filled with butter, milk, tomatoes, other fruits and heaps of vegetables.
Brussel sprouts. Ew.
We got to our car in the deserted car park, stuffing all the shopping bags in the boot.
We drove back, and it was nearly 7 o'clock.
The sun was gone, and I was trying not to fall asleep.
"Da-ad," I slurred, like a hungover 18-year-old girl would, "can you pass me the bottle of water?"
He gave the bottle to me without a word, focusing on the road.
I drank the remaining of it. I looked out the window, to a blank dark-blue sky.
I saw an aeroplane, but no stars. I yawned.
We arrived at the house, seeing the lights on in every visible window. Except mine. Looks like Chase beat us to it.
I carried six bags up to our part of the house, passing Chase's room. I snuck a peek at what he was doing, and it looked like he was on an iPad. Impressive.
For a farmer boy, anyway.
I ran up the stairs, and without looking, bumping into a blonde boy on his way downstairs.
Two of my bags went flying, tumbling downstairs.
I looked up at the guy that had made me so embarrased.
I admired his blonde hair, very tanned skin and green eyes, the ones that looked a lot like...
Georgia's.
"H-Hey, I'm sorry. Do you want me to pick that up for you?"
As soon as he opened his mouth, he revealed braces on his top teeth.
Aww.
Dumbstruck, I found the voice I needed to say a squeaky yes, while my dad waited impatiently for me to pick up my mess. Luckily, he had taken the eggs.
"I'm Jonathan. Georgia's twin brother."
"Oh. Well, I would have expected black hair, but, uh-"
"Well, I dyed it blonde a few months ago."
I nodded in approval. He was pretty cool.
"Has Georgia, you know, told you? About-"
"Yeah, yeah. I found out today. We're talking about the same thing, right?"
"I'm talking about her and Chase dat-"
"Yeah, I knew that. And her rules and that..."
I felt awful, one for interrupting him so much and two for saying such mean things about his sister.
We had reached the hallway to our part of the house, so I stacked all my bags in the kitchen. Jonathan followed me, and I sat in one of the chairs in the dining area of the lounge room.
"I should be going. I need to have a shower."
"Okay. When do we start tomorrow morning?"
He flashed me a white teethed smile, with the braces sparkling with the light.
"Be up at 5. Good night."
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