My dad offered to stay and clean up a little, but I was pleading with my eyes for him to say no. "we got it Mrs. Jonas, Demi and I have no problem cleaning" he started. I silently groaned and walked away from them. Having a seat at one of the tables I glared at box boy, or 'Nick' as he call himself. He was cleaning a table and folded his sleeves up to his shoulder. I glared harder as his muscles on his arms flexed. I just wanted to pull his chocolate curls and scratch out his golden brown orbs. "Nick, how about you stay with Mr. Lovato and Demi, help them tidy up?" Mrs. Jonas asked. Nick glanced up at Mrs. Jonas and my dad, then to me. I glared harder at him and shook my head from side to side. "sure mom" he said, a sly grin on his heart shaped lips. I groaned and fold my arms across my chest. Mrs. Jonas grabbed her winter jacket and left, my dad glanced at me and gestured for me to 'chop chop, get to work'. Rolling my eyes I got up and walked over to the food table. Throwin! g empty cans in the trash. "Demi, Nick, I'll be right back. We need more trash bags" My dad said while swinging his keys in his hands. "dad--I'll be back in ten minutes Demi" he talked over me. Before I could say anything else he walked out of the door. I grumbled tiring words before picking up a Lysol cloth. Wiping down a table far away from Nick as possible. "why did you come if you're too good to help the needy?"Nick asked, interrupting the silence. I stopped and cocked my head to the side. Nick ...
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