No Love Here
Chris' POV
I sat at my computer, looking through the dogs for adoption. It had been about half a week since Jill had helped me choose a breed. I had narrowed it down to six dogs by the names of Beau, Chopper, Cisco, Tango, Tiny, and Tater. All were American Bulldogs.
Out of the six, I was focusing on Chopper, Tango, and Beau. All three were beautiful dogs. I was planning on setting up some dates to meet the dogs as soon as I got word back from my uncle. He would be able to tell me in about a week or two, depending on when he had free time. He worked at a military base, but I wasn't sure what his exact job was. I just knew he was always busy.
My uncle was kind of my role model. He was decorated in the army and had saved many of his comrades from death. That's what I wanted to do.
I logged off and grabbed my back pack. It was Wednesday and I needed to get to school.
I always left about a half an hour before school started so I could get there in time. I walked to school everyday, and it always took about twenty or twenty five minutes.
I exited my apartment and saw Jill she was heading over to Rebecca's apartment by the looks of things.
"Hey, Chris," she greeted. "Where are you going?"
"School. I walk," I replied.
"Well, I could always give you a ride, if you'd rather," she offered. "I give Becca one every morning."
I raised my eyebrows in surprise. "Uh, yeah. That'd be nice, actually."
"I'll come over and get you when we leave. Okay?"
"Okay."
Jill's POV
I'm not sure what made me offer Chris a ride. Maybe he was growing on me. I had known him for a week or two now, and I knew now that he was actually a really nice guy.
Or maybe it was because I didn't feel good. Who knew?
My thoughts moved on as I thought about Fall Break. It started on Monday and ended on Friday. Five days of no school, nine if you counted the weekend, which I definately did.
I usually enjoyed myself on weeks off. Rebecca usually planned some sort of thing for all of us to do. Last year it was lazer tag(that's when I learned I kicked ass with a gun.)
I knocked on Rebecca's door. "Come in!"
I entered. "Hey, Mom."
Rebecca's mother smiled at me. She was a small woman with darker brown hair than Rebecca, but had the same face. "Good morning, Jill!"
"Is Rebecca in her room?"
"Yup! Go ahead!"
"Thanks." I wlaked down the hall and into Becca's room. "Morning, Becca."
"Hey, Jill," she replied, not looking up from her phone. When she did, she smiled. "Guess what!"
"No idea. What?"
"Billy asked me out!"
I laughed. "Not much of a surprise. We all guessed he would."
"Don't ruin my excitement!" she protested. "He's the first guy who's asked me!"
"Well, you can tell us all more later at lunch. We need to get to school. You ready?" I asked, suppressing a yawn.
"Yeah, yeah." She rolled her eyes but kept smiling. She grabbed her bag and stood up. "Let's go."
Once outside her apartment, I told her, "Meet me at the car. I've gotta get Chris. He's riding with us."
"He is?"
"Yeah. He usually walks, but I offered to drive him," I replied. She was probably taking way too many things from this. She raised her eyebrows and her smile widened. "Just go down to the damned car."
"Fine, fine."
I sighed as she walked away. She needed to learn that, even though Chris was a good guy, I was not going to date. I refused to.
I knocked on his door and heard him call "Be there in a sec!" from inside. He opened the door amoment later.
"Ready?" I asked.
"Oh, yeah, just let me grab my packpack," he answered, reaching over to grab it off the ground.
"Packpack?" I smirked, a bit confused at the odd name.
"Uh, yeah," he laughed. "I hardly realize that I call it that anymore." He stepped out the door and we began to walk. "My sister used to call it that when she was little. It kinda caught on in our house."
"You have a sister?"
"Yeah. Her name's Claire. She still lives with my aunt and uncle. She's kinda headstrong, so my Uncle Jack didn't let her come here with me. Not to mention, she's only fourteen," he smiled. I was impressed with how much he seemed to care about her.
"You must really miss her," I inferred.
"Yeah. Do you have any siblings?" he asked innocently.
"Uh, no. No actual family to speak of, really. My mom's side doesn't speak to me, and my father's doesn't know I exist," I told him, my voice quiet. Family definately wasn't my strong suite. I had one cousin who still spoke to me, but she wasn't able to visit often. She tried though. At least she tried.
"Oh... I'm sorry."
"What do you have to apologize for? It's not like any of it's your fault." I smiled at him to prove I wasn't hurt at the thought of having no family. "C'mon. Get in." I motioned to the car as we approached it.
