First Catch

Alex

He turned his head, his mouth quirked at the corners. “The future? Like tomorrow? Like what do I want to be when I grow up?”

I picked up a weed and threw it at him. “No, ass. Do you think this little town is enough for you?”

He shrugged a shoulder, his grin fading. “I don’t know.”

“You don’t know if you’re staying?” I asked.

“I don’t know. I like the idea, but I’m not sure this could be it for me. I like that Oliver’s happy. That makes me happy, but what if he isn’t happy? What if the novelty of being in a tiny town wears off? What if he wants to go to a school that caters to his intellectual level? There are too many variables in play for me to make a firm decision just now.”

“That’s a lot of what-ifs,” I said, trying to hide my frustration.

I wasn’t necessarily frustrated with him, but I was irritated that he didn’t know if he was going to stick around. I was falling for him and there was a good chance he could be gone in a few months. It was hard not to think he was using me.