This is a continuation of my story. Some of my readers left me concerns about how short the chapters were so I decided to add more chapters to each of the submissions. As of yet, there is no sex, I'm sorry, but this is a novel...not a quicky. I'm also looking for someone to help out, feel free to contact me directly through email. I'm missing a major portion of this book and would be glad for the help. All sex...when I actually get to it, is by of age adults, over eighteen.
Chapter 3
I was strong, mostly from working out in the gym, and when I was working in the market in the old town, I did restock, which consisted of lifting boxes off a truck. Those boxes could weigh up to a hundred pounds. I was in my first period class on the third day of school (for me, after coming here from my old school) when Emily first approached me.
"Hey, you're the new kid, right? Dylan, is it? My name is Emily. How are you adjusting?" She spouted that all off really quickly. She had brunette hair; she was petite as well as shortish...maybe five feet, five inches or so.
"Um...yeah, I'm the new kid, Dylan is my name. And as to adjusting, I wish I didn't have to." I was a dick, I'll just say it. I didn't want to be here. I wish I had never gone to the lake that day. I could have been there with my mom. 'You would be dead, too,' my conscious said plainly.
I walked away, or tried to at least. Emily didn't give up that easily. I didn't want to be someone's "fixer-upper" and said, "What do you want? To know why I'm here? So you can pity me? I don't think so," I said, and continued walking away. Now, I had noticed her the first day of school and knew she was hot. I thought she was just another one of the preps: good looks, cheerleader, football star boyfriend.
"Well, I'm sorry, I was just seeing if you had a job yet. My dad owns a landscaping job, and with those muscles, I'm sure he could use you, but never mind." She walked away in a huff.
Her boyfriend looked at me, giving me the evil eye for talking to his girl. I stared back, begging him to do something about it. I could take him. He might be in football, but while I was working out, I was learning MMA. I could take down a guy twice my size. This creampuff would be a piece of cake.
The rest of the school day passed quietly. After school, as I headed out to my car, the boyfriend showed up, blocking me off, and he had friends this time. I looked at them both. I could take all of them. It might stretch my ability, but I was pretty sure I could take them all. "Yo, dude, what were you talking to my girlfriend for earlier? She wouldn't say anything, but I could tell she was upset."
"I pretty much told her to leave me alone. I don't want to be here, and as soon as I can leave, I will. I got the rest of this year, and next year, and I'll be gone. I didn't ask to move here, and I don't want anyone's pity. I just want people to leave me alone," I tell him.
"What makes you so uppity? Why should we leave you alone? You moved to our town. You go by our rules. Are you one of those guys who doesn't talk to anyone because you think your better than everyone else? 'Cause I can tell you right now you aren't better than anyone here, and we are willing to prove that to you," he says.
"Look, you're the star quarterback of the school, you think you control everything you look at, including Emily, and you think you control me, but you don't. You don't control anything. I'm not looking for a fight, and I know if you fought me, you would wish you hadn't, so please just leave me alone. I have to get to work soon anyway. I trained for MMA; there is no way you guys can take me. I can put all three of you on the ground in under five minutes flat," I say, sounding bored. I wasn't sure I could put them on the ground in five minutes, but I'd rather say that and avoid a fight. I really did have to get to my new job.
"Sure you did. If you know MMA, then you could beat the shit out of us, but I don't think you do."
"I do, and the only problem we have is, this is a three-on-one fight. That is not fair. How about we do this tomorrow? I need to get to work, I'm not chickening out; I will be here waiting for you tomorrow. If I didn't have to work, I would gladly kick your ass right here and now," I say. I walk past them. I really didn't expect them to let me walk away. I was waiting for a punch to come hitting me in the back of the head. It never came.
I went to work that day. I was working for a landscaping company...irony right? I realized I already worked for Emily's dad. We were working on a new house, one that had just been built. It was a small company, and Mr. Connors, Emily's dad, worked with us. There were a total of six of us, including Mr. Connors.
I was laying down sod in the back yard by myself; the other guys were out front putting in bushes. Mr. Connors came back to see me. "Son, I hear that you met my daughter today? She offered to try and get you a job with me and told her to leave you alone is that correct?" he asked.
"Sir, I have an explanation for that. I'm new to the area, and I have my reasons for wanting to stay away from people. I would like you to respect that. If I have to, I will tell you, but I'd rather not. If I were to tell you, you would not be allowed to tell anyone, not even your daughter," I say.
"Well, young man, I think you should reconsider how you talk to people, but you have done nothing to make me mistrust you, so, until then, I will trust you. If you want to tell me that is your choice. The only thing I need to know is if it will affect you working for me? Will your past affect the present or the future?" he questioned.
"No sir, it will not."
"Then I think it is settled, you do not have to tell me unless you want to or you do something to make me mistrust you."
"Thank you sir," I reply, "that means a lot to me."
"You're welcome. Now, about this sod, I'm going to put out markers and I want you to leave the sod off of those areas so we can put bushes or trees there."
"Alright, if you wouldn't mind doing that now, I'm a pretty fast worker and laying out sod isn't that difficult," I request.
