Rules of Dating (Under Construction)

III. Bad for You

Chapter Three: Bad for You

                “There’s a letter here for you,” Mom blurted out before I could go to school.

                I turned after I slipped on my shoes, “Who’s it from?”

                She shrugged, “I don’t know.” She said bringing the rim of her strong dark coffee cup into her lips to take a sip.

                I raised an eyebrow, taking the envelope from the table. My name was in the middle written in cursive in blue pen, but there wasn’t a from who.

                “Mom?” I asked. “Do you know who delivered this letter?”

                “No, it was on the floor next to the door.”

                “Oh,” was all I said before I tore out the side of the mail and a piece of a half ripped paper came out.

                ‘Talking to you again brought back memories. I’m glad I saw you again.’ –K

                I grinned at the letter.

                “What are you smiling at?” Mom asked glancing at me.

                I put the letter back into its place and stuffed it in my bag before she can read it. “Nothing. It’s just a letter from a friend.”

                “Just a friend, huh?” she asked putting down the magazine she was reading and looked at me.

                “Yeah,” I said slowly making it even worst. Now she’s thinking I’m hiding a secret, but there’s no secret to be found. Except that I kind of liked Kyle. But it’s not every day for me to talk about my crush to my Mom.

                “Did you have fun yesterday in Jace’s house?” she asked examining my face closely.

                I nodded, “Yeah, we watched a movie.”

                “And?” she pressed.

                “it was a really sad movie.”

                “What’s it called?”

                “Titanic,” I replied.

                “Is that all you guys did in the evening?” she asked.

                I sigh, “And then I met some old friends.”

 I slugging my bag over my shoulder and said, “I’m heading to school.” Before she could press more information about the friend and about yesterday.

*****

                “Argh!” Jace groans rubbing his face. Which from what other people are giving us looks thought he was having sex in the lunch room – with himself. “Will you at least lower your voice?”

                I laughed at him after I pulled out the card of why-you-should-not-have-stayed-up-all-night-when-its-a-school-night.

                “You should’ve just stayed home if your hangover is still getting worst,” I replied.

                “Can’t,” he responded one eye open which was creeping me out a bit. “Mom kicked me out to go to school. If I don’t, she’ll ask questions and then I’ll be grounded – again. And I can’t let that happen when I have a girl waiting for me after lunch. We’re going to do it before the school hour’s end in the janitor’s closet.”