After the phonecall with Reign I had freshened up, ate a piece of the pie that had been left over, and then I went back to sleep. It was rare for me to sleep so early without feeling guilty about it and so I was going to take utmost advantage of it. And the advantage of sleeping so much was that I was well rested by the following day and I actually ended up waking up early. I found about five texts from Austin which I hadn't heard the previous night. It had just been him asking how my day had been, then he wished me a goodnight and said he'd come to pick me up the following day. I took my time getting ready, there was no rush since I had like an entire hour before he got there. The biggest shock however, was when I went to the living room and found my mom already up. Not only that, but she was also fully dressed up in her waitress uniform, I found her seated on the couch, tying the laces of her converse. She looked up from her task on hearing my footsteps, then she went right back to it as if I wasn't even there. My mom had done a lot of shocking things, but that would mostly likely rank first.
She wasn't drunk, and she also didn't seem as if she had a hangover. I knew I had to be cautious because if I made any comment concerning the matter she would most likely not take it too well.
" Morning, " I casually greeted her as I passed by, walking over to the spare couch and sitting down so that I could answer some texts. She didn't reply, and I sorta felt relieved because if she had, I would have been really worried. Were so estranged that her acting nice to me would have literally creeped me out. Something that was proven when she stood up, hang her purse on her shoulder, and told me there was coffee in the kitchen if I wanted some. The tone had been full of disinterest, like she didn't care whether or not I decided to take the coffee, but this was one of those moments where the thought counted. She had woken up early, got ready for work, made coffee and offered it to me. What the hell was happening. I couldn't get even be happy or celebrate because it was just too weird.
" Thanks, I'll have some before I leave, " she gave me a curt nod.
" Did you change your shift? "
I asked because last I checked she had been working the night shift. And I had thought she got fired actually. She started walking over to the door, and as she did so she told.me she had asked for an extra one and that was the only time the diner could find her. A lot of truckers stopped by there that early for breakfast, as well as people on their way to work who didn't have either the time or energy to make their own food.I wished her a good day as she walked out the door. When she left and her footsteps disappeared, I stood up and walked over to the kitchen area. Pouring myself a mug of the coffee before I started revisiting the incident that had just occurred. Something was up with her for sure, but if I decided to focus on her there was no way I'd be able to go about my day normally.. Ironical, but that's just how things were..I only drank a couple sips of the coffee before I gave up and decided to stop forcing myself to drink it. Not that the coffee wasn't good or anything but I just didn't want to finish it up. It had way too much caffeine in my opinion. I'm not sure whether that's a thing but it was just way too strong for me to consume. I poured whatever remained down the drain, cleaned the mug I had used, then I went back to the living room and sat, convincing myself that my mom was completely fine. That she hadn't switched from alcohol to some really strong drugs.
I was relieved when I heard a knock since it saved me from overthinking and trying to assemble all the likelihoods together to form an explanation I could reason with. When I opened up the door, I only saw the familiar and calming form.of.his and immediately stepped forward for a hug. He was caught a bit off guard but he still hugged me back how he imagined I wanted to be held. There was no specific purpose behind me seeking how comfort. It had nothing to do with my mom because there was no way I'd let her affect me to such an extent, she had shocked me and that was all.
" You good?" He curiously asked. I could tell from his voice that he suspected the opposite.
" I am. I just missed you I guess. "
" Aaww, since when are you so cute?"
" I've always been like this. "
In private, mostly when I felt vulnerable and he happened to he near me. I saw the bare skin of his neck and was unable to resist the urge to kiss him. So I did just that, a quick kiss that didn't satisfy in the least, one that made me end up sucking on his skin.
" Where's your backpack?" He asked and when I told him it was inside, he asked me to go get it.
" It's still pretty early, we could hang-"
" Nope, we both know where that will lead to. I'm not trying to distract you from your schoolwork. "
He had on the most stern expression when telling me that. I knew he was right, my mind had already began picturing us doing it. Those hormones would mess withy head, make me feel as if everything else could wait. And I was ally to see that he could serve as my voice of reason. That despite what others thought, he was really looking out for me and my future.
" Go ahead and grab your backpack," he urged and I did just that. It was rare, but every once in a while I turned into a fiend that was greedy for his attention, his touch and him. I wasn't sure why it happened, but since I woke up he had been constantly on my mind, even more so than normal. As we went down the stairs, I'd run my hand through his hair, curve it around his nape, slip it under his shirt and twice I stopped him for a kiss. He seemed a bit suspicious at first but then he must have recalled how I used to be and realized that it was nothing too strange.
When we got to his bike, he chuckled knowingly and unexpectedly pulled me against him for a kiss. The type that I was craving at that very moment.
" Better?" he asked afterwards, laughing when I told him no.
" Still have that free period, right?"
I nodded, feeling that stray blush coming on when I saw his expression and confirmed what he was thinking.
" Bleachers," I curtly told him, then I got on the bike after he did and held onto him as tightly as I could. When we got there we were among the very first people to arrive and I wasn't surprised.
" An entire half an hour to spare...what to do I wonder? " he asked suggestively. His eyes on me, his gaze tempting and dark. And when he added that smirk I was gone completely. And so we decided that the free period was too far and instead ended up making out in that secluded spot under the bleachers before the classes began. It was a new level of want. One I was just starting to get used to, but I also liked it. Afterwards we each went to class, I met Max there and we caught up. He wanted to know what I had been up to during the weekend and I didn't lie...well,I didn't disclose everything entirely ,but I did tell him Austin and I had been hanging out.
The honesty was appreciated.
The first period ended, I recalled having done some research for extra credit and decided to go to the staffroom and hand it over. Max accompanied me halfway there but then diverted and said he was going to go to his next class and finish up his history assignment before the class began. Blaming me for having dropped the subject because according to him I could have come in very handy during such times. I suspected he had spent his entire weekend playing those games of his. He was getting more addicted with each day that passed.
The teacher was glad to look it over for me and assured he'd get back to me after he was done. I said hi to the other teachers present there as well even charming then truth outta ot everyone I wasn't entirely comfortable with that environment. But it was nothing compared to afterwards.
That had been the first time anything of that sort happened to me and I had no clue how to react. I always heard that things like that happened but I suppose experiencing them first hand brought it to life. Made you acknowledge just how real it was.