Danica POVIt took me a little longer to clean his room once I made it back upstairs. Nancy left him a little trinket of the red silk variety in his bathroom and I purposely discarded them in the trash. There was no way I was going to aid in her love life.How disgusting did she have to be to leave her worn panties on his bathroom counter? Or how disgusting would it be if he was into that sort of thing? Did he like to collect ladies’ underwear?I heard at least one girl in the locker room say she liked it when a guy kept her panties. Though I never really thought that would turn a girl on.When I was done with the bathroom, I moved on to the bedroom. I still needed to make take care of the bed.As soon as I walked back into his bedroom, I was caught off guard again. Dmitry was now leaning against his dresser. Watching me blow through his room with a quickness. Picking up whatever I could find.He was quiet until the moment I reached for his sheets.“You don’t have to clean those.”My
Danica POVMy mind was like a tipping scale or seesaw. I wanted to get in the car. But at the same time, I didn’t want to. My body kept pushing logic from one end of my mind to the next.I glared out the window when he closed the trunk and jumped in. I’m sure if the sun was shining right now, a blushing face would be staring back at me in the window.Looking past my reflection, I focused on his. I could see a good side profile of him in the window. He’d all but accused me of trying to kill myself, and still, all I could think about was his perfect face.When I began admiring more than his face, I turned to face the front of the car. This was I only had to focus on the road ahead of us.He was deathly silent for a few minutes. No doubt trying to calm down.I thought for sure he would remain this way the entire ride, but then his lips parted. “Tell me, Danica. What is your plan once you move out of your father’s house?”I didn’t have to think long and hard about what he was asking me. I
Danica POVMy mind was bombarded with thoughts of the past few days, which wasn’t abnormal. My mind is always riddling with running from my father and avoiding my schoolmates.Though surprisingly tonight, it was full of thoughts of Dmitry.From the moment I stepped through my bedroom window and landed on my bed, I thought of him.I thought about the questions he asked me. I thought about his disappointment in me. And my disappointment in him. I thought about the circumstances that brought us together. If I hadn’t crashed that bike, we would have never met. He’d just be some random guy looking for his bike.No matter how much I tried to keep my thoughts floating around our conversations but every time I closed my eyes, my mind went to how good he looked tonight in all black.My thoughts lingered from our conversation to the attraction I felt the moment I noticed him watching me clean.I tossed and turned in my bed hoping to fall asleep. I refused to stay up all night thinking about a g
Danica POVI plopped down on his expensive barely used couch and turned on the television. I wasn’t really the type of person who watched tv anymore. Don’t get me wrong. I like movies and some shows, but I didn’t have money for movies and Rick was always watching the only TV in our home when he was there. I didn’t bother using it when he was there from avoiding his favorite spots. I also avoided when he wasn’t home to avoid being in his way when he did come home.The last time I decided to enjoy a little tv was almost three years ago. My grandfather recently passed away and I was home alone for the fourth weekend in a row. I had just turned fifteen so it wasn’t an issue of me being alone at my age. But no matter how mean my father became, I was still hoping one day we would grow closer and he would see we were all we had left in this world.I’d been flipping through channels trying to decide if I wanted to watch The Versailles or The Last Kingdom when the door burst open. My father wa
Danica POV “There is a new movie out this Friday. Want to go with me?” Grace sat her books on the lab table. It was Tuesday and she was on day two of a strike from her boyfriend. I got the idea from her invite, she might be in it for the long game. “It’s a new Tomb Raider, I think.” She said looking through her phone for the name of the movie. Every few weeks we received at least two new movies in our small theater. I remember when the first Tomb Raider came out. My grandmother took me to see it. She always loved a good action movie and she loved a strong female lead. I gave her a simple smile. “I can’t go.” She rolled her eyes. “You say that every time. What’s your reason now? Family event? Sick father? It cannot be due to lots of homework.” She asked rattling off previous reasons I’d given her. I could not say I had homework. We only had four and a half weeks left before graduation and the teachers were no longer giving out homework. I sighed trying to think of a good reason. “
Dmitry POV“I came home and she was still waiting for me. Like we were in some kind of relationship and that was the norm. I only left her here, alone, because I had to check a shipment for the old man. Otherwise, she would have been gone.”Cory uncontrollably. He stopped long enough to say, “You know what they say.” When I didn’t answer, he spits out, “Beware of a persistent woman. They always get what they want.”I laughed at the ridiculousness, but he was right. Persistent women always got what they wanted in life.I instantly thought of Danica. She wasn’t persistent at all.I replied to my friend, “I don’t care how persistent she is, she is not the woman for me.”“Then why did you invite her over?” He walked to the fridge and pulled out another beer. “Hey. I know I’ve talked to more than a few girls in my time, but I’ve never led any of them on.”He was right. I had never seen Cory lead one girl further than what he wanted. I also wasn’t that kind of guy. But Nancy is persistent a
Dmitry POVWe wasted twenty minutes listening to her reject my offer to take her shopping. It was easy for her to come up with the reasons why we shouldn’t all pile into the car.Her top reason being that she still owes me money and didn’t want to add this to her debt. Her last reason being that she didn’t deserve my kindness. She recklessly stole my bike. Though she still hadn’t told me the real reason why she did it, she was really close to giving me an actual apology.I all but picked her up and threw her in the car. We were doing this.I had watched Danica since the day I met her. Though she always looked pretty, her clothes were far from anyone’s standards. I knew she would dress down when she came to clean my house, so I’m not referring to her spandex tights and baggy t-shirts.No. I’m referring to her old jeans, with the real holes in them. Not the fashion holes that come with jeans now.It is the shoes that look like she walks a hundred miles in them every day. And the shirts
Danica POVAngels lips were so pinned together I thought she would be stuck like that forever. No one had ever talked to her like that. No One.She was Queen Bee everywhere she stepped. And yet, Dmitry made her feel smaller than an ant and I could tell she didn’t like it.As for me, I somehow found myself not liking it either. She was staring at him but I knew her anger would be aimed at me tomorrow.Satisfied with her silent compliance, Dmitry took the dresses from my hand and shoved them into her arms. “Now do your job and bring us some new, crisp dresses.”I heard Cory tell a few people to move along in a nothing to see here manner.Dmitry took my hand and led me to the dressing rooms. Cory took a seat next to the entrance, but Dmitry just stood there while I waited for Angel to return. She didn’t bother coming back. Instead, she sent another girl with the dresses. Figures. There was no way she would serve me in any capacity.“Here you go ma’am.” The girl said in a nervous tone,