Ten O'clock by Olivia Hawthorne

Author:Olivia Hawthorne [Hawthorne, Olivia]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Hawthorne Publishing
Published: 2019-04-18T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 11

I woke the next day with a throbbing head and the alluring scent of coffee in my nose.

Jason!

I'd completely forgotten my intention to tell him everything the night before, but I was clear headed enough to let him know how I felt.

I rolled out of bed, tugged at my dress to straighten it, went to the master bathroom and tried to finger comb some of the knots out of my hair.

I put a dab of toothpaste on my finger and rubbed it across the front of my teeth.

Then I headed to the kitchen in search of Jason so I could tell him what I was feeling and hope he felt it too.

There was fresh coffee brewing in the pot on the counter and a box of cereal on the table next to a bowl, a mug, a coffee spoon and a spoon for the cereal.

There was also a note.

"Had to get bar supplies in Monroe. Busy for most of day. Help yourself to anything you want. Will talk later. J."

Monroe was a couple towns over and the cell coverage was spotty at best between us and them, but I immediately texted him anyways.

"I'm up, thanks for breakfast. We need to talk. We really need to talk. Like really really need to talk."

The message sat unread while I made myself a mug of coffee and poured cereal, followed by milk.

I ate in silence, constantly staring at the phone to see if he'd read my message yet.

He hadn't by the time I tidied up and left his place.

I locked up behind me and did the walk of shame carrying my shoes barefoot on the gravel to my car in the front.

I thought I had made it without being seen until about ten feet from my car.

A red truck pulled in, parked beside my car, and Beth the bartender hopped out.

She gave me a smirk and shook her head.

"Don't feel bad, I've seen a hundred girls do this same walk," she said.

"I don't feel bad, Jason is just a friend," I replied.

"I know, he's everybody's friend until he knows he can have them, and then he shuts down. You might think you're special, but you ain't," Beth said and walked past me. Then she stopped, turned and added, "But don't feel bad, seriously. He does it to everyone."

"Not to me," I grumbled under my breath and opened my car door, climbed inside and checked my phone again.

Still unread.

I drove back to my parent's place and had to face them the moment I walked through the front door.

"Where were you? I thought you were supposed to be home earlier,” Mom demanded from the table over breakfast. Dad was reading the newspaper and barely looked up when I walked in.

“I was at Jason’s. I slept in,” I replied and stole a piece of bacon off Dad's plate before I sat down to answer Mom's questions. There would be many, I was sure.

"Oh," she said and raised her eyebrows just the smallest amount. "Did you spend the night?"

"Yup.

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