Shawn Robin | 17 | Tagging: Milo, Dexter, Abigail | Location: Boathouse
Shawn caught Dexter's eye as the other boy asked about the swim. "It...was very short, since we ended up coming here almost immediately," he admitted. When Abigail spoke, confusion flashed across his face. He glanced back at Milo, then at Abigail again. Something doesn’t add up here...
"We said we’d meet at the lake...and that’s where we were," Shawn pointed out. "It wasn’t like we were planning on running off and locking you out. We wouldn’t tell you that you couldn’t hang out with us. I didn’t lie to you. I'm a lot of things, but a liar isn’t one of them," he insisted.
He didn’t even know WHY, but guilt made his skin prickle. He didn’t particularly see them as having done anything wrong. Whether they were standing at the edge of the water, or those few feet more to be in the water and out of the hot sun shouldn’t have really matter, right? Shawn frowned as she brushed roughly past him, and he turned to face her again, but didn’t follow just yet. Girls are confusing...she wants to hang out with us, we arrange to meet. When she comes to join us, all of a sudden she’s mad at us?