"I'm glad . " He told us . He looked at me specifically . "You're doing great Jake . I'm sure you'll be safe and happy here . "
I gave a look at Noah . The word safe isn't one I would use in his company . He seems to be a troublemaker .
Noah looked offended . "Are you trying to say that I'm not safe?" I tilted my head in response . "Okay, Okay . Today was a bit tricky . But nothing happened! You even got a new bat today!"
"You got a bat?" Mr . Duncan asked .
I nodded .
"It doesn't bother you?"
AdvertisementI twitched .
"It's a wooden bat . " Noah cut in . "He didn't want to use either of my aluminum bats . Does that have something to do with his mom not letting him play baseball?"
"Something like that . " Mr . Duncan grimaced . "She's a very sick woman . "
Understatement .
"Noah! Set the table please! And grab a chair from the office . " Mrs . Atkins hollered from the kitchen . "Your dad sent me a text saying they'll be here in just a few . Eight plates, eight sets of silverware, eight chairs . "
"Ugh . " Noah got up to do as he was told .
As he moved around, I sat patiently at the table . Mr . Duncan did too; not bothering to force small talk .
It wasn't long before we heard noises from the garage and chatter started to flow into the house .
"You were total shit this week . I don't even know why you were invited . "
"That's rich coming from you . Even Noah would be a better participant . "
"That runt? Puh-lease . " I heard a scoff .
The two arguing voices found their way to the kitchen . They were both tall . Like Mrs . Atkins tall . Six foot . Lanky and slightly lean . They both stopped arguing once they saw me and Mr . Duncan sitting there in silence .
"Oh, you must be the twins . " Mr . Duncan stood up and walked towards them with a hand out . "I'm Doug Duncan . This is Jake Hollander . " He held out his hand .
One spoke up . "Yes, hi . I'm Kyle . This is my twin Dave . "
"David . " The other twin corrected .
Kyle rolled his eyes . "It's all the same . I've been calling you Dave my whole life . I'm not going to stop now . " He gave me a nod . "What's up, Jake?"
I blinked, unsure what to do . Waving seems lame . A head nod back wouldn't really be me . I just sat there, frozen .
"Jake's shy . " Mr . Duncan shrugged . "He doesn't talk much . "
"Only to me . " Noah bragged as he brought in plates and silverware .
"Liar . " David rolled his eyes . He zoned in on me . "Jake, don't be fooled by this brat . His bragging is the only thing he excels at . "
I just kept staring . Dave and Kyle we'd identical twins . Both had the same built, same face, same haircut, even the same demeanor . It was uncanny .
"Jake . . . really doesn't talk . " Mr . Duncan said helplessly . "But, apparently he has said a few words to Noah . Which is an improvement compared to the faces he makes at me . "
I frowned at him .
"See?" He gave me a light smile . "Just proving a point . Don't mind me . I'll go see if Mary needs help in the kitchen . " He made his way out of the room .
Dave plopped down next to me on my left . "So you won't talk to us? Even though we're taking you in? Don't expect me to protect you at school then . "
My eyes widened in fear as I looked towards Noah, fear written all over my face . What does that mean? Mary didn't say I had to talk to her at all . . . And why would I need protection at school? Is high school really that troublesome?
Chapter end
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