Hanson by Kat Savage

Author:Kat Savage
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Kat Savage

INTERLUDE

THEA

Webster’s doesn’t have a term for what I’m feeling today. It doesn’t have one for what I felt the other night when I blindly invited Hanson over either. Someone needs to come up with a word for “I’m so nervous I’m shitting my proverbial pants” and that will be close enough.

What’s worse is I can’t wipe the stupid smile from my lips—the same lips he kissed so tenderly I could’ve cried. Several students have asked me what’s wrong with my face. And for that matter, some staff have as well. Both of which have caused me a considerable amount of concern as to what my face normally looks like.

Last night, I sat down with Ethan to ask him his honest thoughts about Hanson and me dating in general. Kids are so much more resilient than we give them credit for. I explained I have a date tonight, that he’d be with his dad like normal, and that if he wasn’t comfortable with it, I wouldn’t go. His response was—and I’m paraphrasing, of course—that I should do what makes me happy and pointed out that his dad dates so I can too.

I re-confirmed with Hanson after that conversation and again about twenty minutes ago. As for a total, I’d say I’ve double and triple-checked with him around five times. His standard response is now a smiling emoji and the words, “Yes, I’m still sure.”

This morning I reached into the back of my closet, as prescribed. How he knew it was there and who taught him of our closet habits, I may never know. Still, I pulled the violet mini dress from the depths of my collection and hung it on the back of my bathroom door for later. I just pray it’s okay for what he has planned.

“Miss James?” Ava’s sweet voice interrupts my thoughts, her big eyes looking up at me quizzically.

“Yes, Ava, what can I do for you?” I ask.

“I was just making sure you’re okay,” she says. “I’m finished with my test.”

She hands me the stapled packet with pride before returning to her seat. We both already know she did well. I’ll tell you, if the school did have a math team, she’d be the team captain.

Checking the clock, I realize I’ve been staring blankly into space and thinking about Hanson’s kiss and that blasted dress for the better part of thirty minutes. Time certainly flies when you’re shitting your pants.

I’m starting to regret not having more girlfriends to talk to. When we moved here, I was still neck-deep in Shane’s bullshit and didn’t feel like confiding about it to anyone. After we divorced, it had been so long that it felt strange to walk up to my coworkers and say, “Sorry about the last several years, I was in a terrible marriage, can we be friends now?” As a result, I’m a little light on genuine connection.

Ten minutes until I need to call time on the test and my mind is reeling. Maybe tonight is a terrible idea or maybe it’s a great one.

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