The Misadventures of Daria Pigwidgeon by Amy Lunderman Read Free Book Online Page A

just smirks while his eyes drift over me. I can almost feel his lingering gaze traveling in an overly sensitive way. And when his gaze greets my own, I mind feels muddled.
    “Morning rabbit.” He says in a soft voice.
    Chills course down my spine.
    So what do I do then? Stop acting like an idiot and speak perhaps?
    Of course not. That would be the logical thing to do. Apparently, I’m everything but these days.
    I shut the door in his face.
    Leaning my back against it, I try to control my breathing. It comes fast like I’ve just run a marathon. Shutting my eyes, I can hear him laughing on the other side. I want to scream so bad right now, one tickles the back of my throat. My entire body must be covered in the blush that is never going to go away. Not after this.
    “Sorry to startle you rabbit, but Ash asked me to come by.” Chance’s voice eases through the door, causing me to shiver.
    Oh man, I’m never going to be able to leave the apartment after this. I could have covered for my idiocy and fish miming easy. But not slamming the door in his face. What is wrong with me?
    Ugh, there are so many answers to that question I don’t even know where to begin.
    “I hear you’re interested in working at our infamous sub shop in town.” He calls out. “I’ve been deemed chauffer for the day. My vixen of a sister will be meeting us there.” He pauses. “If that’s all right with you…or…”
    Sighing, I open my eyes and turn my head to the side. I do need a job. That was supposed to be the goal for today. But can I man up enough to face him to get it? I have no idea.
    Chance taps lightly on the door. “You can take your time to get ready. I’m all yours today.”
    All mine huh?
    I highly doubt his words hold the same meaning to him as they to me. For me, they make my blush turn scarlet. But I do step away from the door. Turning around I can almost see him through the white blinds. I am so checking through those the next time someone comes knocking at my door.
    I quickly reach up to flatten out my hair that is sticking out. Then I open the door again. And find that the reason I heard his voice so clearly through the door is because he was getting up close and personal with it. So he has to take a step back, otherwise I’d be the one he is getting up close and personal with. He grins the same smile at me, that I’m sure hasn’t left his face once.
    I smile back.
    “Can you give me a couple minutes?” I say in a rush before I change my mind. “To get ready I mean.”
    He nods. “Of course. Just come down when you’re ready, I’ll be at my car.” He tells me as he starts down the stairs.
    I smile in relief and ease the door shut, then rest my head against it. Is it normal to like someone so much you just met? Or am I completely postal for thinking he is the next best thing since sliced bread? I’m going to go with postal. And I’m so blaming the demon in me. What good is it, if I can’t blame everything that goes wrong in my life on it?
    That sounds about right to me.
    Feeling mortified that I’m about to be trapped in a car alone with him, I push away from the door. No sense freaking about it I guess. All it’ll do is making me crazier than I already am. The idea to memory block my door slamming from his mind sounds oh so good to me. Not that I’d do it. I wouldn’t. Honestly.
    But I want to.
    Life would be easier if I could use my gift without feeling bad about it. Except. I don’t want Chance, or any of his family to forget any part of me. For some reason, I want them to remember. I need them to remember, so I can be and feel normal. Not only that though. I’m done with being forgotten. I want my existence to matter.
    Even if all anyone see’s is a blushing stammering girl.
    She is going to stay.
    I’m going to stay.
    Smiling to myself, I walk over to my backpack that is stashed on a dresser in my room. It’s funny. I should come up with a personal mantra with all the pep talks I’m giving