Treat You Better by Brooke St. James

Author:Brooke St. James [James, Brooke St.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Blue House Press
Published: 2018-11-11T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 12

I didn't plan on calling Noah that weekend.

Our accidental date on Friday night was just too perfect, and rather than mess it up by calling him without a legitimate excuse, I figured I'd just wait and see him Monday at school. I wanted to talk to him, but I wished he would be the one to call me. This wasn't going to happen because I had his phone number and not the other way around.

I would just have to wait until Monday.

But that would be easier said than done.

Leo was already sleeping when I got to my parents' house that night after I dropped Noah off, so I slept there as well. I was amped. I replayed scenes from the evening. I tried to remember the set I did as Fiona, and I hoped I had been good enough to impress Noah. I so desperately wanted to impress him. I thought of things we said at dinner, and then I replayed those moments in my car about fifty times. I thought of how he drew me to the center of the car—the way we whispered to each other and then kissed so gently. At one point, I grabbed a pillow, put it over my face and squealed into it.

Even if nothing came of the relationship with Noah and me, I had moments of such pure hope and pleasure during our encounter that it called for a happy squeal.

I stayed awake until 2am, just thinking. At one point, I even wrote down a few thoughts that would make for a good start of an original song.

I woke up the following morning to my dad playing with Leo in the living room and my mother smiling and asking me how it had gone the night before.

She said she had already spoken to Violet on the phone earlier and so she knew all about the guy who had met me at the gig and then come with us to dinner. I could tell she knew more than that. I could tell she was hiding something. I knew she had been the one to invite Noah, but she thought I had no idea, so I didn't mention it. As far as she knew, Noah hadn't even told me about the email. I kept it that way. I knew it was Mom who sent it, and deep down, I was thankful to her for doing it. I didn’t want to talk about it with her, though.

The weekend passed quickly. I had a rehearsal with Collin Saturday afternoon, and I didn't ask anyone to watch Leo for me, so it took a little longer than planned. Collin didn't mind, and I liked having Leo there while we played. I wanted to expose him to all of my endeavors.

Later that weekend, Leo and I spent some time in the spare bedroom that would eventually become my jewelry studio. (Assuming I decided to begin making jewelry.) I had a lot of space since Mom moved out, so

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