makes him look
way too grown up for his thirteen years. He wears a pair of
basketball shorts, but lacks a shirt.
“ So all
the McCain boys are relentless flirts?” I say with a smile that
shifts from Kale to Drake.
“ I
taught them well,” Robert says as he heads for the kitchen,
following Robin.
“ Oh,
stop that,” Robin chides. “Don’t encourage them.”
“ Gross,”
Sage says with a shake of her head as she stands and starts for the
kitchen as well. For the first time, I realize what she herself is
wearing. A black pencil skirt, simple white shirt, and five inch
black heels. She’s as tall as Drake with them on.
And looks nothing like a
starving college student.
Yeah, I’m defiantly a
little intimidated by her and she’s only said five words to
me.
“ We are
good at it,” someone says from behind. I turn to see Lake giving me
a smirk.
“ At
what?” I question, my brows drawing together.
“ Flirting, of course,” he says as he raises an eyebrow and
makes his way into the dining room.
“ I told
you to cut it out or it’s war,” Drake says, placing his hand on the
small of my back.
“ I’ll
jump in on that battle,” Kale says. “You know she likes this.” He
suddenly flexes, his biceps and pectoral muscles jumping in
contrast against his well-tanned skin.
“ Put a
shirt on, fool,” Drake says, shoving his hand against Kale’s face
and pushing him away. I cover my mouth to hold in the
laugh.
“ Did he
just flex for me?” I squeak.
“ He
flexes for everyone.” Drake shakes his head.
“ Okay,
that’s enough boys!” Robin says as she wipes her hands on a towel.
“Act like human beings instead of cavemen before poor Kaylee thinks
we’re all insane. Let’s eat!”
CHAPTER
SEVEN
My ancient world history classes
continue learning about the Mesopotamians. My world history
freshmen start learning about China. In historical lit we start in
on the Grimm fairy tales.
It’s too busy of a week to do much
with Drake. School is in full swing now and we’ve both got hours of
homework to grade each night. I barely have time to think about
him.
So when there’s a knock on the door
Thursday night and I know it isn’t Drake, I’m not too happy about
it.
I get up from off the floor,
surrounded by a circle of papers and cross to the door.
“ Mom?” I say when I open
it to find her standing in the doorway.
“ Hi honey,” she says with
a small smile. Her fingers are linked and she’s squeezing them
together tight. Her eyes are too bright and her smile is twitchy.
She looks nervous.
“ Hi,” I say, trying to
recover from my shock of her being here in the flesh. It’s been at
least three months since I’ve seen her last. “Uh, come on
in.”
I step aside and let her inside. She
walks through the door, and observes my living space.
“ I’ve been here almost a
month now,” I start babbling. I scoop up the papers from the floor
and lay them on my bed. “It’s cheap and pretty close to
work.”
“ It’s nice,” she says with
a smile. She takes a seat on the couch and lets her purse slide
down to the floor. I stand next to my bed awkwardly, unsure of what
to say or do.
“ I just got back from a
business trip to Los Angeles,” she offers. “This one was a killer.
I was there for almost two weeks.”
“ Oh,” I say, giving an
awkward nod.
She gives me this look, like she is
very well aware of how uncomfortable this situation right now is.
Like she knows she’s been absent for far too long, like she knows
it’s not okay that she’s not been a part of my life now for quite
some time.
“ How’s your new teaching
job?” she asks instead of trying to give any explanations or
apologies.
“ Good,” I say with a nod
as I sink down onto my bed. “I’ve got a full-time position, so
that’s pretty great. I wasn’t sure if I’d find one or
not.”
“ Your students treating
you well?” she asks.
“ Yeah,” I say. “Except
this one that keeps
way too grown up for his thirteen years. He wears a pair of
basketball shorts, but lacks a shirt.
“ So all
the McCain boys are relentless flirts?” I say with a smile that
shifts from Kale to Drake.
“ I
taught them well,” Robert says as he heads for the kitchen,
following Robin.
“ Oh,
stop that,” Robin chides. “Don’t encourage them.”
“ Gross,”
Sage says with a shake of her head as she stands and starts for the
kitchen as well. For the first time, I realize what she herself is
wearing. A black pencil skirt, simple white shirt, and five inch
black heels. She’s as tall as Drake with them on.
And looks nothing like a
starving college student.
Yeah, I’m defiantly a
little intimidated by her and she’s only said five words to
me.
“ We are
good at it,” someone says from behind. I turn to see Lake giving me
a smirk.
“ At
what?” I question, my brows drawing together.
“ Flirting, of course,” he says as he raises an eyebrow and
makes his way into the dining room.
“ I told
you to cut it out or it’s war,” Drake says, placing his hand on the
small of my back.
“ I’ll
jump in on that battle,” Kale says. “You know she likes this.” He
suddenly flexes, his biceps and pectoral muscles jumping in
contrast against his well-tanned skin.
“ Put a
shirt on, fool,” Drake says, shoving his hand against Kale’s face
and pushing him away. I cover my mouth to hold in the
laugh.
“ Did he
just flex for me?” I squeak.
“ He
flexes for everyone.” Drake shakes his head.
“ Okay,
that’s enough boys!” Robin says as she wipes her hands on a towel.
“Act like human beings instead of cavemen before poor Kaylee thinks
we’re all insane. Let’s eat!”
CHAPTER
SEVEN
My ancient world history classes
continue learning about the Mesopotamians. My world history
freshmen start learning about China. In historical lit we start in
on the Grimm fairy tales.
It’s too busy of a week to do much
with Drake. School is in full swing now and we’ve both got hours of
homework to grade each night. I barely have time to think about
him.
So when there’s a knock on the door
Thursday night and I know it isn’t Drake, I’m not too happy about
it.
I get up from off the floor,
surrounded by a circle of papers and cross to the door.
“ Mom?” I say when I open
it to find her standing in the doorway.
“ Hi honey,” she says with
a small smile. Her fingers are linked and she’s squeezing them
together tight. Her eyes are too bright and her smile is twitchy.
She looks nervous.
“ Hi,” I say, trying to
recover from my shock of her being here in the flesh. It’s been at
least three months since I’ve seen her last. “Uh, come on
in.”
I step aside and let her inside. She
walks through the door, and observes my living space.
“ I’ve been here almost a
month now,” I start babbling. I scoop up the papers from the floor
and lay them on my bed. “It’s cheap and pretty close to
work.”
“ It’s nice,” she says with
a smile. She takes a seat on the couch and lets her purse slide
down to the floor. I stand next to my bed awkwardly, unsure of what
to say or do.
“ I just got back from a
business trip to Los Angeles,” she offers. “This one was a killer.
I was there for almost two weeks.”
“ Oh,” I say, giving an
awkward nod.
She gives me this look, like she is
very well aware of how uncomfortable this situation right now is.
Like she knows she’s been absent for far too long, like she knows
it’s not okay that she’s not been a part of my life now for quite
some time.
“ How’s your new teaching
job?” she asks instead of trying to give any explanations or
apologies.
“ Good,” I say with a nod
as I sink down onto my bed. “I’ve got a full-time position, so
that’s pretty great. I wasn’t sure if I’d find one or
not.”
“ Your students treating
you well?” she asks.
“ Yeah,” I say. “Except
this one that keeps
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