I think I drank a little too much wine last night. Or maybe it was just because I was already tired, but it totally relaxed me and I was completely crashed out by eleven.
I missed meeting Aiden at the cave and I saw this morning that he called and texted me, but I didn’t hear my phone. I didn’t even hear my alarm go off. Thank goodness Katie had hers set too.
I have a bit of a headache, so I pick out something cute to wear.
I firmly believe that Gucci shoes have the ability to cure a hangover. Kym always says that when people with hangovers dress sloppily, they feel sloppy all day. So, I’m dressing for how I want to feel. A cute white oxford shirt with an oversized black bow tie neck. Plaid skort. Black cardigan. Black over-the-knee socks with ribbon ties. Gucci black patent and suede platform oxford booties. Matching Jimmy Choo black patent bag.
In History, Riley flicks the ribbons on my socks. “How are things going with you and my brother?”
“Good, I think. He got mad at me the other night, though, and was acting kinda jealous.”
“Would you rather have a guy that doesn’t care?”
“I guess not.”
“He told me you were with Aiden the other night.”
“And Annie and a bunch of people studying for our French test.”
“In a hot tub?”
“Well, that was the plan. Regardless, it was fun. And I didn’t do anything wrong.”
“So you’re not in love with the Hottie God anymore?”
“That wasn’t love. I just, I thought he was cute, and he has a certain charm about him, but he tells me he likes me one minute and then he hates me the next.”
“He told you he likes you? Was this recently?”
“Um, no. It was a while ago. What about you? You and Ariela are cute together. She seems a little too sweet for you, though.”
He flicks my hair.
“Hey!”
“What do you mean she’s too sweet for me?”
“Well, she’s not like the whoredom girls.”
“She’s not.” He grins big.
“Why are you grinning so much?”
“Cuz I like that about her. She doesn’t want to have sex with me until we’re going out and in love and stuff.”
“Do you want her to fall in love with you? Usually you’re good with just lust.”
“Yeah, well, I really like her. I’m not just a sex god, you know,” he laughs. “Hooking up is fun, but I think it’d be cool to do it with the same person. Truthfully, my brother has been so happy, I kinda want to be that way too.”
“Your brother is happy because all of a sudden he thinks he’s a sex god.”
Riley laughs out loud.
The teacher says, “Riley, do you have something you’d like to share with the class?”
Riley clears his throat, trying to stop laughing. “No, sir.”
As we’re leaving class, I can’t help but give him a big hug.
“What’s that for?”
“My wittle Wiley is growing up and falling in wuuuuv.”
“Do not tell anyone I said that. We don’t want to ruin my reputation just yet.”
He can go it alone.
French
I walk into class where Aiden is sitting at his desk, book open, doing some last minute studying.
“Hey, sorry about last night. Did you not get my text this morning?”
“Yeah, I got it. Just didn’t have anything to say back.”
He’s pissed at me. Again.
“Oh. Um, I think you’re gonna do good on the test. Good luck.”
“Doubt it.”
“Why do you doubt it? We’ve studied hard.”
“I was up late, sitting outside, waiting for this girl to show up when I should’ve been asleep.”
The teacher starts handing out tests, and I’m not supposed to say anything, but I turn around anyway. “Maybe if you replied to my text, I could explain.”
“I’m sure you were busy with Dawson.”
Miss Praline says, “Keatyn, turn around. No talking during the test.”
“I wasn’t. I feel asleep. I’m really sorry.”
He huffs at me and puts his head down.
Now I can barely concentrate.
And after class he doesn’t say a word to me.
He just leaves.
And I’ll be damned if I’m going to tutor him tonight. Or any other night.
He can go it alone.
Longest week of my life.
6pm
On the way to Taco Tuesday, Dawson complains, “How much longer are you gonna have your period?”
“It ended today,” I say. I was shocked to discover this afternoon that it is completely over. It’s barely been three days. Can I just say that I love the pill. Seriously, no cramps and fewer days. I don’t know why I didn’t do it sooner. Well, actually, I do know. My mom was afraid it would turn me into a slut.
“Really, already? Is that normal?”
“Actually, no. It’s not normal for me. Uh, so I have something I need to tell you.” I’m really excited to tell him about the pill.
His eyes get huge. He veers off the road into a parking lot then turns and looks at me.
“Are you pregnant? How could that even be? We’ve used a condom every single time!”