Sitting at my dining room table I scowl at the pile of essays before me.
Wednesday night is beginning just like every other night this week and as I look over at Hailey who is once again lying asleep on my sofa I feel a twinge of annoyance.
We've only been back together for a couple of weeks, this should be the honeymoon period, things should be new and exciting... they're not.
I guess that's the risk you take when you hook up with someone for the second time, sometimes you just fall right back into the same routine you were in when you were last together and you forget to remember that there was a reason it didn't work out.
Not that I'm saying this isn't going to work, I just mean it didn't work when it was like this before so if things don't change there's a pretty good chance it wont work out this time
Picking up my biro I decide to stop rambling on at myself and get some work done.
Oh and Taylor never did call back.
I had hoped I'd convinced Alessia to fight my corner for me. She seemed to believe me when I said I'd fallen asleep, and when she hung up saying she would see what she could do I have to admit to getting my hopes up a bit
That was a couple of days ago though and still no word.
I made some attempts to secure her email address from an unsuspecting friend but unfortunately she'd seen that one coming and called everyone we knew to let them know they were not to give her email address to anyone- especially not dark haired science teachers!
It was one mistake... and it wasn't totally my fault either, Haileys the one who practically dragged me to my bedroom.
Taylor had to know it was out of character for me to just completely ditch her and she hasn't exactly called back to make sure that I'm OK, for all she knew I could have died that night and that's why I didn't call her back or I could have had a really serious accident, my point is... if she cared about me at all she would have been worried and then she would have called and she hasn't.
Tired of thinking, I decide I definitely need to get some work done.
I'm just about to pick up the first essay when the sound of my phone ringing propels me from my seat. I don't know whether it's the time of night or the weird sense of deja-vu that just swept over me but I have a feeling that I know who this is- call me eternally optimistic.
Running to the coffee table, I pick up the phone, press 'answer' so the noise doesn't wake Hailey and then I head straight for my bedroom... and privacy
Shutting the door tight I drop onto my bed before finally speaking
"Hello?"
Stuff the professional telephone manner- I know it isn't anyone from work"
"So... apparently you had something you wanted to say to me"
I grin as I immediately pick up on the teasing tone in Taylors voice. Settling back on my bed I decide to play along
"Did I? hmm... I can't quite remember, you know, I've been told in the past that my poor memory is my worst quality"
