A Week Without The Tramp

It's been an entire week since I have caught hide or tail of the Tramp. And I'm starting to be ok with it.

After Jock and Trusty drove me away, I was distraught and confused. Thoughts whirled through my head like a hurricane and I didn't have a clue how to calm the storm. Jock rambled on about the incident only lecturing me for a short amount of time before turning on Max. The dirty rotten scoundrel was insulted in every way the Scottish man knew of and I wanted to defend him.

But I kept my mouth shut. Everything that Trix had said cut deep. Ugh did I just use one of his terms? I felt so violated. My first kiss, my first courtship was given away to- to some hoodlum from the other side of the tracks. How did I let myself stoop so low?

Because he still likes you. Because you wanted this as much as he did. Because you-

I scowl at the treacherous thoughts now. But I still wanted him to come by and say that everything Trix said was lies. I know that it was only a dim hope. Max does whatever he wants.

I had opened the window today to get a fresh breeze and a clear head. Aunt Sarah had yelled at me when Jacob started to cry when she held him. I feel like I can deal better with the physical pain of being yelled at rather than the emotional pain from the Tramp.

The twins have been talking to a boy across the street who is seventeen. I had noticed him before when he greeted me in passing but never have I ever thought of what he could think of me. Since the twins have been talking to him he would occasionally see me and compliment me. Two days ago he asked to accompany me to a diner. I had accepted.

I now sit waiting for him to come and walk me to wherever we are going. I was not expecting visitors. I received one anyway.

"Pidge!" The familiar voice sailed through my window and made my heart stop. Whether it stopped in a good or bad way, I wouldn't know. "Pidge, come down." He motioned from below for me to meet him.

"Go away," I snapped, shutting the window and turning away from him.

A light tap gainst the shutters told me he wasn't gone but I didn't care. A knocking signaled at the door and I rushed to answer it before Aunt Sarah or the Twins could.

His name is Harry and he had blonde hair with blue eyes. He was only seventeen but still handsome. He was polite compared the scoundrel who I don't know if he had left yet.

I don't care.

Harry greeted me and tentatively walked next to me guiding me toward the heart of town. I couldn't help but glance into the backyard to see if the tuft of brown hair. I regretted it immediately. Max looked at me right as I looked at him. I snapped my head away just as I realized what happened. But it was too late.

This is going to be the worst first date in history.