Our game continued off and on the rest of the way to Rexburg. We both opened up a little, but there was still evasion and confusion. At least I was confused. It was hard to tell with the ever-present arrogant demeanor what Kyson was feeling.
He dropped me off at the soccer fields, and helped me transfer my duffel into Candice’s mom’s car. I thanked him for the ride, and for wasting his whole day helping me.
“I don't consider it a waste.” He said with a slight smile.
“Well, okay then, thanks again. I guess I will see you Monday at school.” I felt awkward, I had no idea how to politely thank him for the too generous ride, while still asking him to leave so I could go and watch my friend’s game. I never considered myself socially awkward before, at least not to this extent. I guess there are more things I can learn from my mother.
He gave me a knowing look, as if he had read my thoughts, “What is there to do here? I am not exactly anxious to just turn around and drive back to Salmon.”
“Uh, Idaho Falls is pretty close by, and it is a bigger city. It has all the normal things like movies, restaurants, etc. In Rexburg, there are some outdoor things, like caves, I think, a few places to eat, college kids. I really don’t know, sorry, I just planned to watch soccer.”
“Sounds fun. I think I will join you.”
Pinning down my emotional response in the moment was difficult. On the one hand I was not happy. Couldn’t this guy take a hint? We had just spent several hours together, and I needed a break from the internal turmoil. On the other, it was flattering that he would want to continue spending time with me, watching soccer, rather than do something else. “Okay, Candice is number five, and I am going to sit with her mom and brother. They are over there.” I pointed at Candice’s mom, she was at the top of the bleachers in a bright orange hoodie, kind of hard to miss.
“Great, I will just grab some snacks and meet you there.” He said. “Want anything?”
“A bratwurst, everything on it, Dr. Pepper, and onion rings please.” I said as I extended to him what was left of my cash.
He didn’t take the money, instead he smiled and said, “Are you sure you don’t want any spaghetti? It’s on me?” He laughed as he walked away.
“I guess that answers that question” I muttered under my breath as I climbed the bleacher stairs.
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