“Clarissa!” my mom called from down stairs, as she walked into the house.
“Upstairs,” I called looking at Jerry. “…With Jerry”.
“Okay,” she said. “Dinner will be ready in a few”.
“Sounds good,” I yelled back. “Are you staying?” I asked Jerry as he got off my bed.
“I think I’ll head out,” he pulled on his shirt and ruffed his hair.
I smiled. “Okay,” I said standing up.
I helped Jerry pack up his things and led him down stairs. I watched him smiled politely at my mom before following over to the door.
“I’ll see you tomorrow,” he said smiling.
“If you’re lucky,” I said leading against the doorframe.
“I’m feeling lucky,” he said lending in to kiss me. Jerry gave me a short kiss before leaving.
I smiled to myself as I watched him walk to his car. Once he drove away I closed my door, smiling.
“That was Jerry?” my mom asked.
“It was,” I said walking into the kitchen.
“He seems nice,” my mom said string the meet sauce.
“He is,” I said taking the other half of the loaf of bread out of the oven.
“What about Chauncey?” she asked.
“Um,” I said biting my lip.
How do you tell your mom that you’re in a fake relationship? Are me and Jerry even in a fake relationship? Boys are so difficult.
“Chauncey and I are just friends, mom. That’s how the world intended it to be. Jerry’s just as great as Chauncey”.
She gave me a look. “So, you’re using Jerry to get over Chauncey?”
“You can say that,” I said getting a plate.
“Who’s the girl this time?”
My mom knows my love life way to well.
“Rose,” I muttered, rolling my eyes.
“Rose…” my mom said nudging me in the rib.
“Yes…”
“Tell me,” she said as we made our plates.
“‘She’s he prefect girl’” I said mocking Chauncey. “It’s all he talks about sometimes. But she’s so fake, but to her offence she hasn’t threatened me yet,” I said walking over to the dinning room table with my mom.
“She’s sounds like a keeper,” she joked. I shot her a glare.
“I’m sorry, honey. I’ve told you once and I’ll tell you again. Love isn’t always on time”.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” I muttered digging into my food.
Later that night, after I took a shower, Chauncey called me.
“Hey,” I said resting my phone between my neck and my shoulder, so I could still talk to Tiffany. I had to catch her up on my love triangle mess.
“What’s up, kid?” he asked.
“Nothing, you called me, ‘member?”
“Right, I wanted your advice,”
“On?” I asked.
“Rose”.
“Duh, what happened?”
“Well, I wanted to take her out on a romantic dinner date, this Saturday night, but she told me that she couldn’t. She promised Jake that she would help him with something,”
