Since that night, Lyndon and I have had little to no contact for a little over two weeks. After the kiss, I went home and begged my parents to never make me go there again.
They refused my request. Since then, things have been very awkward between Lyndon and I. For one, whenever I’m present, he avoids every turn in which we may have contact.
During breakfast and dinner, he takes his food to go. Every weekend, he is almost never home and when he is, his door is locked shut. My list of duties no longer includes cleaning his room. Lastly, if ever I need to babysit Ginger, which has been a bit too much for my liking, it’s Kale who leaves practice to take me now.
Lyndon has taken every step necessary to not see me and do I blame him for it? No. Whatever feelings that resulted from that ki
