"OH MY GOD, GET OUT!" I yelled, pulling the cover to make sure Q remained hidden. The shock on my moms face clearly told me that she had not expected to walk in on me doing that. Whatever happened to knocking?
As quickly as she opened the door, she soon span around and left the room ten times faster. There was no way I could ever face my own mother again. That was it.. I was going to have to move, change my name and start a new life somewhere else. Anything, absolutely anything had to be better than living this humiliating moment again every time we saw one other.
"Was that.."
"My mom? Yup, sure was." I cut in, still completely dumbfounded on how to take the next step in this moment. My next thought was...how on earth would I get Q out of my room without her seeing him?
"Did she see anything?" he began to whisper.
"I sure hope not" I said as I got up, grabbing my clothes and throwing them on. "Just..wait here a second."
I walked out of the bedroom, calling for my mom as I climbed down the stairs. There was no answer, so I decided to check the rooms downstairs to see if she had left the house.
Pushing open the kitchen door, my mom was standing, leaning her elbows onto the counter, resting her chin on her hands. She wouldn't bring herself to look at me, or maybe she just couldn't bring herself to look at me, either way she just gazed her focus onto one spot.
"Why, Jess?" she murmed quietly, still not moving her focus.
I slowly made my way further into the kitchen, sitting on the stool on the opposite side of the counter.
"Why..?" I asked. Why? What kind of question was that?
"Why him? Out of all of the guys in the world."
What..
"Mom..what?" I tried to act confused by her words.
She finally looked at me, not looking angry, but looking severely disappointed.
"Brian Quinn."
I immediately looked away, shuffling nervously in my seat. How on earth did she know? He was completely and utterly hidden from her sight.
"I saw the pair of you go upstairs at the party. At first, I thought I'd give you the benefit of the doubt. Maybe you were showing him where something was, or maybe he needed a fresh shirt from a drink spill - anything. But then the harsh reality set in. He has stayed under this roof many times, at least enough to know where everything is on his own. And the way you acted when I came upstairs that night.." She began to run her hands through her hair. "Jess..I thought I raised you better than that."
"Mom, you did, there's seriously nothing going on between him and I. It's not Q."
"I saw his shirt. Laid right there on the floor. The one with his podcast station- show - whatever printed on it. Please don't continue to lie to me. At least have the decency to admit to your lies."
"Okay..alright. I'm sorry." I sighed. That's it, we were finally caught. This would now officially be over.
"Is he still upstairs?" She asked. I nodded. "You wanna get him to come down here?"
"Mom"
"Now's not the time to compromise anything, Jess. Go and get him."
I groaned as I slid off the stool, making my way back to my bedroom. The walk down the hallway seemed eerily long as I mustered up the courage to walk back into my room, knowing that the next sentence to come out of my mouth would be me telling Q that yet another person knew about us. Except this time was exceedingly worse, this was my own mother. There was no way that she would let this slide the way that Sal did. There would be no compromise, there would be no ultimatum. She would be the one to let everyone know about our rendezvous.
