Darius & Chayla - The Issue with Parents

DARIUS POV 

She practically jumped out of the truck and bolted for the front door. I shifted the gear in PARK and followed slowly behind her. When I reached the door, she was just standing there, staring at the doorbell. 

“Maybe you should press it,” I whispered in her ear. I could see the shiver run down her spine and couldn’t hide my grin. 

“Stop it,” she said. “I can feel you smiling.” 

“Well I have a lot to smile about.” 

She whirled on me so fast I almost fell backwards. “Whoa.” 

“Listen, I have never invited a boy to my house. Not platonically, romantically, nothing-y. My parents are going to read into it and think you’re my boyfriend.” 

“But I’m not and you can just tell them that,” I countered. 

“You don’t get it.” She shook her adorable curls. I knew girls were touchy about their hair but all I could think about was ringing my fingers through those coils. 

“Darius,” she broke through my reverie. “My parents don’t like boys. Or girls, or anyone distracting me from school. They're worried my grades will slip or worse, I’ll get pregnant and drop out or something. And seeing you, well, you represent all of that.”