Slammed (Slammed #1)(35)
I call Getty’s and order two pizzas. Mom is pulling up in the driveway when I hang up the phone. Perfect opportunity for a shower. I lock myself in the bathroom before she makes it inside. I don’t want to see the look on her face. That look of ‘falling in love.'
***
“What the hell?” my mother says when she opens up the box of pizza.
“That’s Kel’s. It’s backwards,” I tell her. She rolls her eyes as she pulls the second box toward her. It makes me cringe how her eyes scroll over all the slices of pizza like she’s trying to find the one that tastes the best. They’re all slices from the same pizza!
“Just pick one!” I snap.
She flinches. “Jeez, Lake. Have you eaten today? Quite the crab, are we?” She picks up a slice and thrusts it toward me. I throw it on my plate and plop down at the bar just as Kel comes running in backwards.
“Here pizza the is?” he asks, just as he trips over the rug and lands on his butt.
“God Kel, grow up!” I snap.
My mother shoots me a look. “Lake! What is your problem? Is there something you need to talk about?”
I push my pizza across the table and get up from the bar. I can’t pretend anymore.
“No, Mother! There’s nothing I need to talk about. I don’t keep secrets!”
She sucks in a small gasp of air. This is it-she knows I know.
I expect her to defend herself, yell at me, put up a fight, send me to my room. Something. Isn’t that what happens when things come to fruition? The climax?
Instead, she simply looks away and grabs a plate for Kel, filling it with slices of backward pizza.
I march to my room and slam the door. Again. Who knows how many doors I’ve slammed since we moved here. I’m constantly leaving or entering rooms pissed off at someone. Will slams poems, I slam doors.
***
The alarm clock is flashing red when I wake up. The power must have gone out overnight. The sun is unusually bright for this early in the morning so I grab my phone to check the time and sure enough, we slept in. I jump out of bed and throw on my clothes, brush my teeth and pull my hair on top of my head. No time for makeup. I wake Kel up and rush him to get dressed as I gather my homework. No time for coffee either.
“But I ride to school with Caulder in the mornings,” Kel whines as we pull our jackets on.
“Not today. We slept in.”
It’s apparent we aren’t the only ones who slept in when I see Will’s car still in his driveway. Great! I can’t just leave and not wake them up.
“Kel, go knock on their door and wake them up.”
Kel runs across the street and beats on the door as I climb inside my jeep and crank it. I turn the heater up full blast and grab the scraper and start wiping the frost away from the windows. I get the final window cleared when Kel returns.
“No one answered the door. I think they’re still asleep.”
Ugh! I hand the scraper to Kel and tell him to get inside the jeep as I walk to Will’s house. Kel already tried the front door so I walk to the side of the house that the bedrooms are on. I don’t know which one is Will’s, so I knock on all three windows just to be sure I wake someone up.
As I round the front of the house, the front door swings open and Will is standing there, shielding his eyes from the sun, shirtless. My hands have touched those abs before. I force myself to look away.
“Power went out. We slept in,” I tell him. ‘We’ feels odd. It’s like I’m insinuating we’re a team.
“What?” he says groggily as he rubs his face. “What time is it?”
“Almost eight.”
He immediately perks up.
“Shit!” he says as he remembers something. “I’ve got a conference at eight!”
He turns back inside but leaves the door open. I peek my head further inside but don’t dare step over the threshold.
“Do you need me to take Caulder to school?” I yell after him.
He reappears from the hallway.
“Would you? Can you? You don’t mind?” He’s really frantic. He’s got a tie around his neck, but still no shirt.
“I don’t mind. Which one is his room? I’ll get him ready.”
“Oh. Yeah. That would be great. Thanks. First one on the left. Thank you.” He disappears down the hallway again.
I go to Caulder’s room and shake him awake. “Caulder I’m taking you to school. You need to get dressed.”
I assist Caulder while he gets ready, catching glimpses of Will running back and forth. The front door eventually shuts, followed by a car door. He’s gone. I’m in his house. Awkward.
“Ready, buddy?”
“I’m hungry.”
“Oh, yeah. Food. Let me see.” I rummage through cabinets in Will’s kitchen. The canned goods are stacked according to their labels. There’s an abundance of pasta. It’s easy enough to cook I guess. Everything’s so clean. Not like most twenty-one year old guys. I locate some pop tarts above the fridge and grab one for both Kel and Caulder.
***
I’m half an hour late for first period so I decide to sit it out in my jeep. That’s two classes in two days. I’m becoming a real rebel.
I take my seat in history and Eddie swings in behind me.
“You skip math and you don’t take me with you?” she whispers from behind me.