Ben was even less of a morning person than I was. I don't think I'd ever actually seen him scowl before but here he was, pouting like a baby.
I was trimming his hair. It fell in his eyes, which was adorable but not practical for seeing teachers and peers. This was his first day at a new school, I wanted it to be a fresh start.
He yawned, rubbed his eyes and moved every chance he got. Eventually, I'd gotten his bangs to fall just under his eyebrows. He struggled to keep his pout when I pushed my index finger against his ribs. Ben squirmed and tried to avoid it, only it was no use. Eventually he was breaking character, laughing and wrinkling his nose.
"I thought you were mad at me?" I teased him.
Then he was shrugging his little shoulders and shaking his hair, "I was but it's hard. I don't want to go to school."
He shuffled his feet down the hallway and I couldn't help but smile at his attitude. I never wanted to go to school either, it was fairly easy for me to glide by doing the bare minimum. Hell, I didn't think I'd becoming much of anything. That's what the system did to you. It made you think you amounted to nothing.
I was going to try and change that for him.
I found Ben sitting at the table. He was practically dripping with melancholy while chewing a banana. He wore the new converse Theresa bought him. They matched the white crewneck he wore and overall he looked handsome.
I pinched his cheek, "Nervous?"
His eyes were glum as he nodded, "I'm not sure I'll fit in. Even with the new clothes and stuff."
"You'll fit in just fine. Just be yourself. Maybe show someone your dance moves. I do recall you winning me over with those."
He grinned, "Maybe."
We walked to the bus stop. Theresa packed him a meatball sub for lunch, along with strawberries and a bag of chips. He was dragging his feet, other kids looking just as glum as he did.
Abruptly, he came to a sudden halt. Ben turned towards me, made sure no one was looking before giving me a quick hug. I hardly had time to squeeze him against me before he was running towards the bus stop, leaving me. Perhaps it wasn't very cool to walk all the way with him. I wrinkled my nose at him like he did to me and he laughed. Then the bus was taking him away and I was hoping that his day was better than mine.
I was enjoying my off days, lounging and whatnot. I just knew that today was going to be rough. Perhaps I simply jinxed myself with the thought of it because as soon as I clocked in, my feet were scurrying up and down the hallway.
There was no time for playful banter with Theresa. Well, almost no time. She squeezed my ass when no one was looking and we laughed about it throughout the shift. To my demise, she'd gotten there hours before I did, meaning she'd get off before me. By the time we got a chance to sit down, we were worn and less than talkative.
Theresa was complaining about throbbing feet and her lack of sleep from the night prior. Apparently she had become good friends with our coworker Elise. The two of them enjoyed a night out or two while I was taking my sick days.
I glanced at her, "You're not trying to replace me are you?"
She laughed, her voice carrying as she did so, "Hell no. You're my main bitch, she's my side chick."
This time around I laughed, "I didn't even know you were capable of having a side chick."
Theresa winked at me, "What can I say, I've got game Cecilia. How do you think I got you?"
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Evelyn's Girl | Lesbian Novel
RomansaCOMPLETED Nurse practitioner Cecilia Hilton flees her long term boyfriend in America. She swears she's done with bad boys and very quickly finds herself entangled with London's princess, Evelyn Hawthorne. She's the billionaire on every magazine and...