The Girl Who Made Me Kiss The Door (GirlxGirl)

Chapter 4

Alexis

I have been away for two weeks with Jeremiah and went to Dubai. I reviewed four hotels and a waterpark. I haven't heard one word from my ex-husband which I'm happy about. I pull out my phone and send my best friend a text: Hi, how's it going? Wanna meet later? Then I put it away and scan the school playground. It is filled with parents, energetic children, nannies, dogs, and babies in strollers. It's the first day of school, so there are lots of shiny shoes and new haircuts. And that's just the mothers.

"Alexis!" A voice calls me as Jeremiah and I get out of the car. It's Cynthia, also a mother. She's holding a tub of cookies in one hand and a dog lead of her Siberian husky. "How are you dear? Hello Jeremiah! Been waiting to have that coffee dear."

"I would love to." I nod.

You see Cynthia and I have been talking about setting a coffee bonding every time we bump into each other---which has been going on for almost one year now---and it hasn't happened yet.

"Oh god that pain in the ass project," Cynthia suddenly utter while we were both walking to the school entrance. "It drained all my energy being up till five thirty A.M."

"What are you talking about? What project?"

"Dear the art thing, you know?" She answered. "We did a boat. Very lame. We just bought one change the paint and covered a toy with foil. I told Jackson, "Hun, your teacher won't know we use a toy instead of creating our own."

"What art project?" I ask again.

"You know. Make your own vehicle or whatever to travel. It's up your street, travel!" She let out a cheerful laugh.

What the heck is she talking about?

As we approach Jeremiah's teacher, I can see another mother holding out a model of an airplane. It's made out of styrofoam but it is carved perfectly and painted flawlessly. I stare at it, speechless in awe.

"Hi Mrs. Aiken," calls out Mrs.Patterson cheerfully.

Mrs. Aiken. It sets my teeth on edge every time someone addressed me this way. I haven't used Ms. Powell for school purposes. Not because I'm still hoping that Thomas and I would get back together but for the reason that I don't want to unsettle Jeremiah.

"Mommy, where is my project? Did you bring the house with balloons? The one that looks like in the Up movie?" Jeremiah is now looking up at me anxiously.

I have no idea what he's talking about.

"Jeremiah told us he was making a house with balloons. Super creative." Mrs. Patterson walks toward us. She's a woman in her sixties. She's so cool and kind. Her eyes look down at my empty hands. "Well, do you have it?"

Do I look like I have a house with balloons?

"Not on me," I mumble. "It's not with me exactly."

Her smiles fade. "Well if there's any chance you could get it to us this morning that would be amazing. We will be displaying all the projects later."

I flash a confident smile. "Of course! I just need to--- Let me talk to Jeremiah very quick."

I draw him away and bend down. "Baby, which house with balloons are you talking about?"