Free When Summer Ends by Isabelle Rae Page B

afternoon
in his bed, barely saying a word to each other.
    I pushed myself up out of the bed reluctantly and took a
long shower. My day got even more glum as I remembered I couldn’t even see him
tonight as he was going out with his brother, so I would have to wait a full
thirty-six hours and see him tomorrow night instead. I sighed and pulled on a
pair of high waist Miss Sixty jeans and a black short sleeve top which I tucked
in, I pulled on a pair of red ankle boots with an open toe and looked at myself
in the mirror, smiling my the outfit choice. I wasn’t really one that fussed
about my appearance that much, so didn’t bother with any make-up. I left my
hair down, platting my bangs and clipping them to the side. Once I was
satisfied that I was as good as I was going to look, I headed downstairs for
breakfast. My mom was cooking waffles and bacon the same as she did on the
first day of every school year.
    “Hey, honey, oh you look beautiful,” she gushed, smiling at
me happily.
    I laughed uncomfortably. ‘Beautiful’ wasn’t exactly a term
that I applied to myself; though lately I had started to feel prettier all because
of the way Will seemed to view me. When he looked at me with those adoring
eyes, it was very hard not to feel special. He’d definitely boosted my self-confidence
up a few levels.
    “You have to say that, you’re my mom,” I replied.
    She smiled and set down a plate of waffles. “No I don’t,”
she rebutted. “Anyway, here, I made waffles as per tradition.”
    I forced a smile, pulling out a stool from under the counter
and sitting. I tried not to groan when I looked down at the mountain of food. I
wasn’t even remotely hungry. I held in my heavy sigh and picked up my knife and
fork. I resisted the urge to pout as I pushed the food round on my plate like a
lovesick puppy, pining for my boyfriend that I wouldn’t see for a day and a
half. It didn’t sound a terribly long time when said that way, but it was
actually the longest time I had spent away from him since we met. 
    My mom sat down next to me with her breakfast. “So, are you
still bringing Will to meet us on Saturday?” she asked, smiling happily.
    I felt a little thrill go through me at the mere mention of
his name. I nodded, grinning. Will had finally plucked up the courage to want
to meet my dad, so we had arranged for him to come over for a barbeque on
Saturday afternoon. My friends were coming too; they still hadn’t even met him
because I wanted to keep him all to myself for a little while before we
integrated into the social network of my friends. I also didn’t want them to
embarrass me and say something that would make him run away from me screaming.
    A horn blasted from out the front. I smiled, grateful for
the fact that I didn’t have to force down the rest of my waffles. I jumped up quickly,
scraping my plate into the trash before kissing my mom on the cheek. “See you
after school,” I called over my shoulder, grabbing my bag and running from the
house to Amy’s waiting car.
    As soon as I was inside, she was talking. She was
ridiculously eager for school to start again; she wanted to find a new
boyfriend. “So what do you think, will there be any hot transfer students this
year?” she asked excitedly as she drove the fifteen minutes to school.
    I shrugged. “I don’t know, maybe. If there is you’d better
get in there quick before I do,” I joked, winking at her.
    She smirked at me. “And what would Mr Perfect say if he heard
you talking like that?”
    I grinned, I didn’t even need to think about how to answer
that question, I already knew what his answer would be. “He’d say; ‘damn, Cutie,
I must need to step up my game if you’re looking at other guys’ or
something like that anyway,” I said, grinning as I tried to do an impression of
his silky voice.
    Amy laughed and shook her head. “I can’t wait to meet him. I
love that he calls you Cutie, that’s so sweet.” She sighed dreamily.