"What the-"I say opening the door. Les stood front and center while Davey was holding something behind his back. Les was holding purple lilac. Elsie came out of the room in her best dress; she wears it only on special occasions. She sees Les and smile; I see her turn away, trying to avoid Les seeing her blush.
"I thought we would meet you at the distribution center" I say. Les's face fell as he heard this. I invited them in and they came in slowly. Davey smirked at me when he held up a yellow rose behind his back. Now it's my turn to blush, I take it gracefully and put the flowers in a vase. Tears start lining my eyes as I face him.
"I can explain." Davey starts.
"No-"I cut him off. "Thank you." I don't know what to do next, neither does Davey.
"Well, let's go to the distribution center before it gets too late." He finally says. Elsie and Les are blushing like crazy they can barely talk. They look at us and Les whispers something in her ear. She giggles and snickers at me. We are on our way to the distribution center when we hear a catcall from Race. Davey scowls at him; he knows better, it's just his nature; butting into conversations and making cat calls when people get a little too close.
"One hundred papes please," he says as he slips some coins under the window; a pair of hands come over my eyes. I promise Oscar Delancy can sneak up on you like a cat. I was so happy we weren't around any alleyways. Les and Elsie shouldn't be scarred of Oscar, but we both know they are.
"Hey there girlie," he whispers; I can smell liquor on his breath. He holds me in a way that I can tell he is wearing his brass knuckles. I smile grimly as he spins me around; he kisses me harshly and then walks away. I wipe his spit off my face as I look really disgusted.
"What was that?" asked Davey when he gave Elsie and I are share of papes. Les and Elsie looked speechless, just like me.
"I don't know," I say. "I don't want to find out." Davey looks grimly at me as he hands me my papes, and then glances at Oscar. Race comes by to make things worse.
"Aren't you a guy magnet?" he snickers. I feel awful, I know it wasn't my fault but I had a feeling he did that to a lot of girls.
"It's okay Ella," Davey says as Les and Elsie walk in front of us, selling like mad. "Sketch got caught by Oscar once, took her to an alleyway, I am pretty sure you can figure the rest out." I smile grimly as he put that though in my mind.
"So," I say slowly, "How did it happen?" Davey looks at me and shrugs.
"What do you mean?" he says, he looks at me as I smile. I push a curl behind my ear.
"I mean, how did you meet her? Sketch..." I say, unsure and uncomfortable if he would answer. He rubs his hands through his chocolaty colored hair and smiles as he begins.