and down as I got breakfast ready and I held my breath hoping he didn’t say anything.
“You do something different with your eyes there Jazz?” Now he was squinting at me as I took my seat across from him.
“No, like what?”
“I don’t know you look…different this morning.” I have no idea what he’s talking about.
Maybe it was the fresh coat of blush pink lip-gloss I’d applied for the first time in my life.
Or maybe those extra strokes of the brush had added some life to my waterfall of sable colored hair.
He dropped the subject, for which I was eternally grateful, as he turned his attention to his oatmeal or horse food as he so eloquently referred to it when I put it down in front of him. “I haven’t eaten this swill since I was a boy.”
“Nag, nag, nag. Eat it, it’s good for your heart and cholesterol and all that good stuff.” He’s a petulant two-year old in a grown man’s body I swear.
He grilled me about school until it was time to leave. I think he was really worried about me fitting in and making new friends, as if my failure to do that would be on him.
I guess only time would put his mind at ease. It can’t be easy for him trying to live with his teenage daughter after years of being apart and being almost strangers to each other.
He seemed dead set on making up for lost time, which I couldn’t blame him for. We’d both missed out on a lot over the years.
I headed off to school with a tummy full of excitement and butterflies. Would I see him in my rear view, or will he be on the school grounds with the other kids?
Will he say anything to me today, or will he stay the strong silent type? The possibilities were too many to count.
All I know is that seeing him again in the flesh was about all I could think about.
Today was a little different in that that Michelle girl actually met me at my truck.
The rest of the scene was pretty much the same as the day before, with kids sectioned off according to their cliques, doing their thing.
Jane, as Michelle had informed me was the cheerleader’s name, was still shooting daggers at me, but this time she seemed to have reinforcements. There was another blonde looker who dismissed me with a look and a flick of her hair. Cold.
“So, Jasmine, I hear Mark invited you out to the bluffs for our little picnic this weekend.”
“Um yeah, but I cant go though I’m sorry.”
“What why?”
Was that a Havenhurst thing? That’s the same thing dad had said.
“Something came up.” Or someone anyway!
“Ooh, is that something one Thorn Azarov?” She grabbed my hand and looked at me expectantly.
“What, no, where did you ever get an idea like that?” My face was fire red by now I’m sure and her question only made me question myself even more.
She looked a little put out but didn’t say anything more about it, which was just as well, because I wouldn’t know what to tell her anyway.
“Well, you better watch out for Jane and Sara anyway.” She looked towards the two blonde girls who seemed to be clocking our every move, from the stairs leading into the school.
I was listening to Michelle, but my eyes were busy scanning the lot for the car that had followed me home the day before.
“Looking for anyone I know?” she had that sly grin on her face again and I wished I wasn’t being so obvious.
“What? No” I’m sure my face was on fire as she looked at me and laughed.
“You can’t lie for shit new girl, he’s not here by the way.”
“Who?” As if I didn’t know. From the time the words left her lips my heart confirmed them as truth.
“Mr. Delish; us girls hang around every morning with the hopes that he’ll notice us. He comes at the same time everyday, except today he was a no show.”
I felt empty and alone all of a sudden. Like that feeling you get when the sun disappears behind a cloud on a bright sunny day.
I didn’t feel that swell of anticipation anymore, in fact I felt like a balloon that someone had
“You do something different with your eyes there Jazz?” Now he was squinting at me as I took my seat across from him.
“No, like what?”
“I don’t know you look…different this morning.” I have no idea what he’s talking about.
Maybe it was the fresh coat of blush pink lip-gloss I’d applied for the first time in my life.
Or maybe those extra strokes of the brush had added some life to my waterfall of sable colored hair.
He dropped the subject, for which I was eternally grateful, as he turned his attention to his oatmeal or horse food as he so eloquently referred to it when I put it down in front of him. “I haven’t eaten this swill since I was a boy.”
“Nag, nag, nag. Eat it, it’s good for your heart and cholesterol and all that good stuff.” He’s a petulant two-year old in a grown man’s body I swear.
He grilled me about school until it was time to leave. I think he was really worried about me fitting in and making new friends, as if my failure to do that would be on him.
I guess only time would put his mind at ease. It can’t be easy for him trying to live with his teenage daughter after years of being apart and being almost strangers to each other.
He seemed dead set on making up for lost time, which I couldn’t blame him for. We’d both missed out on a lot over the years.
I headed off to school with a tummy full of excitement and butterflies. Would I see him in my rear view, or will he be on the school grounds with the other kids?
Will he say anything to me today, or will he stay the strong silent type? The possibilities were too many to count.
All I know is that seeing him again in the flesh was about all I could think about.
Today was a little different in that that Michelle girl actually met me at my truck.
The rest of the scene was pretty much the same as the day before, with kids sectioned off according to their cliques, doing their thing.
Jane, as Michelle had informed me was the cheerleader’s name, was still shooting daggers at me, but this time she seemed to have reinforcements. There was another blonde looker who dismissed me with a look and a flick of her hair. Cold.
“So, Jasmine, I hear Mark invited you out to the bluffs for our little picnic this weekend.”
“Um yeah, but I cant go though I’m sorry.”
“What why?”
Was that a Havenhurst thing? That’s the same thing dad had said.
“Something came up.” Or someone anyway!
“Ooh, is that something one Thorn Azarov?” She grabbed my hand and looked at me expectantly.
“What, no, where did you ever get an idea like that?” My face was fire red by now I’m sure and her question only made me question myself even more.
She looked a little put out but didn’t say anything more about it, which was just as well, because I wouldn’t know what to tell her anyway.
“Well, you better watch out for Jane and Sara anyway.” She looked towards the two blonde girls who seemed to be clocking our every move, from the stairs leading into the school.
I was listening to Michelle, but my eyes were busy scanning the lot for the car that had followed me home the day before.
“Looking for anyone I know?” she had that sly grin on her face again and I wished I wasn’t being so obvious.
“What? No” I’m sure my face was on fire as she looked at me and laughed.
“You can’t lie for shit new girl, he’s not here by the way.”
“Who?” As if I didn’t know. From the time the words left her lips my heart confirmed them as truth.
“Mr. Delish; us girls hang around every morning with the hopes that he’ll notice us. He comes at the same time everyday, except today he was a no show.”
I felt empty and alone all of a sudden. Like that feeling you get when the sun disappears behind a cloud on a bright sunny day.
I didn’t feel that swell of anticipation anymore, in fact I felt like a balloon that someone had
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