Owen
When I got back from walking out Angelic on the road, my mother immediately grabbed my wrist and faced me. She said she doesn’t like Angelic hanging out with me, most especially, hanging out inside our house.
“I just don’t want trouble, Owen.” She sighed, shaking her head at me. She couldn’t stop speaking ill of Angelic. Say… she won’t notice me, that she’s just using me, or she was just bugging me and that she was bored. Looking at my mother, I saw worry and concern flash on her face.
“You like her?”
I pressed a thin line on my lips. When I didn’t respond, she softly held my hand. “She’s out of your league, Owen. You know that.”
It was like a slap in my face.
Everyone says that. No one deserves the angel of the family Patterson except Zachary Herren. I nodded and dismissed
