Damn it! I really don't need this right now!
First I'm insulted and harassed by my new step brother. Then my mother runs off to Spain with her new husband leaving me alone with said step brother. And now I have to return to that god awful school.
Where did summer go?
I want to cry but I can't seem to.
So instead I lay out an outfit for tomorrow and stuff some notebooks and pencils into my Emily the strange messenger bag.
Once I'm fully prepared for the onslaught that is awaiting my tomorrow morning I decide I need to get out of the house. So I head over to Maggie's.
To my disappointment Jake doesn't answer the door.
"Hello, Mrs. Deane, is Maggie home?" I ask politely.
She nods and waves her hand towards the stairs.
Mrs. Deane isn't my biggest fan.
She thinks I'm a bad influence on Maggie.
She's very strict about manners and religion.
I can't imagine how she'd react if she found out her daughter was a lesbian.
I chuckle to myself as I climb the stairs.
"Whats so funny?" I hear avery welcomevoice ask from behind me.
I turn around to face him, "Ummmm uh nothing....... just uh...." I shake my head embarrassed, "nothing."
"Hmmm well if your going to see Mag's I'd advise against it," he says, "She's in there with Hannah and they keep giggling so........" he trails off. I get the picture. "You can hang out with me until Hannah leaves though.... ya know..... if you want to?"
Do I ever.
I can barely restrain my self from leaping into his arms.
"Sure, thats cool," I say in my best as-if-I-care voice.
I follow him back to his room. I admire his back as he walks in front of me. It's broad and strong and ever so divine. Although I would expect nothing less from someone on the rowing team.
Once we're in his room I flop down on his sofa in front of the T.V. He sits on his bed and stares at me. I start to grow uncomfortable under the pressure of his gaze.
"So um how's rowing going?" I ask awkwardly. He comes out of his trance and looks at me as if I'm doing drugs. I start again, "You know, kayaking?"
"Oh yeah that's fine. We still need to shave off three second on our time though other wise there's no hope for us winning this years competition." I nod my head as if I know exactly what he's talking about as he goes on, when truthfully I'm so lost bloodhounds wouldn't be able to find me.
"What about you? How's Soccer?" he asks once he's done with his spiel about the joys of rowing.
"Umm I haven't played since I broke my ankle a year ago," I reply awkwardly.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I just remember watching one of your games once. It looked like you really loved it. I didn't know you broke your ankle?"
"Yeah, I think you were away visiting your grandparents or something when it happened." I say uncomfortably. "Anyway wanna watch some T.V." I ask trying to divert the subject.
"No cable, how about a video game," he asks cheerfully. noticing my discomfort. It's kind of a touchy subject, I don't like to talk about it.