LIMERENCE | Abby Littman (NOW CONTINUED)

𝐭𝐞𝐧.

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 ten

[𝐮𝐧𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝]

"SO DO YOU WANT TO HAVE HER TONIGHT, OR DO YOU WANT ME TO?"

"Who?"

Abby motioned down to the diy egg carrier that she had made. It was made of one of her old Dior crossbody bags that had a pocket on the front. The inside of the bag she'd stuffed with polyfill  and the pocket had a satin pouch messily hand sewn inside. The pouch inside of the pocket is where their egg was placed.

"The egg?" Solange double checked.

"Camry," Abby corrected. "And yeah."

"Did you want me to take it home?"

Solange and Abby sat side by side in their Spanish class which was steadily coming to an end.

"You have to at some point, may as well get it done and over with."

Solange sighed. "I'll take it home today, but I am not walking around with that thing across me."

"That's fine, meet by the bleachers after school?"

"Yeah."

The old bleachers were dumped just beyond the newly renovated football field when they were replaced. Solange found herself frequently visiting them because although they had a few visitors, Maxine Baker wasn't one of them.

The only two people she met with there were Abby and Ginny, never at the same time. She wasn't even sure the two girls knew she was friends with the other. Her new relationships were shrouded in mystery because neither of the other girls wanted the drama that came with Maxine finding out. Solange only agreed because she was beginning to consider Abby and Ginny her friends, which means her connections with them could be exploited by people who didn't like her.

"Don't be late this time either," Abby reminded her.

"I won't."

"Okay, great."

Solange was late out of spite, sue her.

Exactly one minute late, because she'd timed it perfectly. She knew that Abby would know that the extra minute was intentional, so she'd be fussed at, and her companion's forehead would wrinkle just a bit while her voice went up half an octave.

"A minute, really?" Abby turned her head and raised a brow from her position stretched out across a bench.

Solange shrugged before sitting beside Abby's head. "What, no fussing?"

"Do you want me to yell at you?"

"It's not like I want you to yell at me—"

"Oh what, you just were expecting me to yell at you?" She shot up to stare at Solange. "Because you deliberately were a singular minute late?"

"There it is."

"I just don't understand. What goes through your head sometimes? You have me and our daughter out here waiting for you, and you're late?"

"Our daughter? Girl, you mean the egg?"

"Our daughter! I'm starting to think you're not taking this project seriously."