Far Beyond Repai - A.K.Evans Page 0,1

other girl I’d ever seen.

I did my best to focus on my work, but it was tough. This girl wasn’t the kind of girl a sane guy would ignore. I wasn’t too proud to admit that it took me a bit longer to complete the mowing in the back yard because I was too distracted by seeing her there in her bathing suit. But what attracted me most to her was seeing her so engrossed with the book in her hand. She wasn’t reading some girly magazine or celebrity gossip tabloid. I didn’t know what book she was reading, but I liked that she seemed to be completely absorbed in it.

A week away from turning sixteen, I only ever had two things on my mind. Girls and cars.

The cars were the reason I worked so hard. I wanted to buy my first car this year. I’d saved up all last summer and hoped to have enough money within the next few weeks to get something decent. The girls were… well, any teenage boy’s fantasy.

Seeing this girl, I had to admit I felt something stirring inside me. With her tanned, toned figure glistening under the sun, I knew she was a girl I wouldn’t soon forget. As much as I wished I could have approached her, I couldn’t.

She was completely out of my league.

And considering I’d have a summer filled with weekly visits to her family’s mansion, I couldn’t risk the humiliation of being turned down by her.

After a full day of working out in the sun, I was a bit relieved to be inside the air-conditioned movie theater. I’d work until my shift ended at midnight and ride my bike the ten minutes back to my house before crashing for a couple of hours and needing to get up early the next morning to do it all over again.

For a Friday night, the theater was unusually quiet. We had a steady stream of movie-goers, but not what was typical for a Friday evening. I guessed that the first night of the week-long yearly music festival held in one of the neighboring towns being that night was the reason for the poorer attendance.

Even though I liked it when it was busy because it made the hours pass by quickly, I felt different tonight.

Because at around twenty minutes past eight o’clock, she walked in. The girl from the Morgan mansion.

Yes, I’d done some research once Matt and I were back in the car. As it turned out, the last name of the property owners was Morgan.

From the moment she walked through the door, I watched her. I had been anticipating a gaggle of girls to join her at some point, but they didn’t. She simply got her ticket and bought herself some popcorn and a soda. When she walked up to where I was standing to check and validate tickets, I locked eyes with her a moment.

Damn, she was beautiful.

She offered me a friendly smile. I glanced down at her ticket, smirked at the movie she’d chosen, and tore the ticket in half. Keeping one half of it, I handed the opposite half to her and said, “End of the hall, make a left, first theater on your right.”

“Thank you,” she returned, her voice just a touch over a whisper.

I struggled not to watch her as she walked away and completely failed at first. But when a rambunctious group of younger kids had approached with their parents, I had no choice but to look away. After validating their tickets, I said, “End of the hall, make a right, first theater on your left.”

“Okay, kids,” the woman I presumed was the mother started. “Let’s go. All the way to the end of the hall.”

Before I had the chance to say anything else, they took off running. And the next thing I knew, I saw popcorn flying in the air. One of the children had collided with the girl I’d been thinking about all day.

My eyes quickly shifted to the usher who was standing next to me checking the tickets, and I said, “I’ll go handle that if you want to stay here.”

She looked down the hall, back at me, and returned, “It’s all yours.”

By the time I made it to where the collision had occurred, the parents were still standing there, but the children were all still running toward the end of the hall.

“I’m so sorry,” the father lamented. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” she answered.

“Are you sure?” the mother pressed.

Instead of speaking, she nodded.

“Honey,