Page 60 of One Week Hating You
“Still holed up in the garage all the time?” I ask.
He smiles. “Well, someone’s gotta fix those cars.”
Momma is carefully laying out the large flat noodles – she’s making her famous lasagna. “I keep telling him to get out more, but he doesn’t listen.”
“You got a girlfriend yet?” I ask, ever the nosy big sister.
He grins again. “Not yet.”
I know for a fact that Mandy’s had a crush on him forever, and she’s not the only one.
He settles down at the kitchen table, his usual seat. “So how long are you here for?”
“Two more days,” I tell him. “I’ve already been here five days. You were apparently too busy, holed up in your cave.”
He shakes his head. “Sorry, it’s been a crazy week.”
“Come and help me with the Caesar salad,” Momma says.
I hop over to the counter. “When are Marilyn and the gang coming over?”
Momma is cooking up an old-fashioned family dinner in my honor. The whole family together again – it’s been a while. I’m really looking forward to it.
She’s grating parmesan cheese furiously. “Around five,” she tells me. “I also invited Blake.”
My eyes grow wide. “What?!”
“What?” she scoffs. “Not this again… Get over it, Maeve. The man lives next door, and he’s part of our family. He always comes over, and I refuse to give him the cold shoulder just because you’re in town.”
Well, there you go. She sure tore me a new one. She’s absolutely right, of course. I really need to get over myself, and stop acting so immature. It was years ago. We were both heart-broken. I’m still into him. Always will be. He’s fucking amazing in bed (or on the freezer, as it were).
I need to get over myself.
I shrug and turn on my heel, head to the washroom to freshen up my lipstick. Suddenly I care about how I look. I stare at myself in the mirror. My hair is wild again – I haven’t had a chance to style it. My make-up is natural, and I’m wearing a Hello Kitty t-shirt and ripped jeans. My feet are bare, toes painted red. I don’t look fabulous, but I’m not hideous either.
This is perfect actually. This outfit doesn’t scream, “Fuck me over a freezer.” And besides, we don’t even have a chest freezer here – ours is a tall standing one. We’d have to lean against it and do it standing up – my mind starts to wander…
Stop it.
Actually this outfit says, “Let’s play Scrabble, like old times.”
Perfect.
So did you two do the deed yet?Corrie asks.I want all the juicy details.
Typical Corrie. I smile and send her a winky face. She’ll know what that means – she’s not slow.
She replies right away.OMG! You need to tell me EVERYTHING!
I laugh and tap away.I’ll just say this: doggy style on an old rusty freezer. Mind-blowing!
That’s all she’s getting, which is more than she should get. I’m sure Blake wouldn’t care anyway.
I fucking love it! I’m so jealous, you lucky bitch!
I laugh out loud.
“What’s so funny?” Momma asks.
