Loving a Man Who Forgot Me Novel Chapter 61
Come on, Grandma! I silently urged the slow driver in front of me taking forever at a green light.
I didn’t have the patience for Boston’s crappy drivers today. I drummed my hands on the steering wheel to the beat of an angry pop song.
“Ever heard of a blinker?” I muttered at a truck that switched into my lane right in front of me. I made it home, despite what felt like the best efforts of some of the other drivers on the road.
Without any assignments to grade, papers to read, or lessons to prepare, I curled up on the couch with a book and waited for Aiden to be done with practice. Unsurprisingly, that’s how I ended up asleep with my face pressed to the pages.
My phone ringing jerked me from my nap and I groggily searched for where I’d set it. Finding it on the floor beside the couch, where I must have knocked it, I answered Jason’s call just before it sent him to voicemail. “Hey.”
“You sound sleepy,” he noted. “I might have taken a short nap.” “That sounds nice, want company for a longer nap? And maybe dinner, and an even longer, overnight nap?” “Sorry, I already made sleepover plans with someone else.” “Huh?”
“Aiden is going to stay at my place tonight since his parents are out of town. We’re going to order pizza and do homework. Maybe watch some Gilmore Girls reruns. Make it a real girls’ night.” “Gilmore Girls, really?”
“It’s his favorite, but don’t tell him I told you that.” “My lips are sealed. You two have a good night and I’ll see you in the morning.”
We ended our conversation and before I could close my eyes again, I heard someone pulling up out front. Knowing Aiden would be hungry when he came in, I didn’t waste any time dialing the pizza place as I got up to unlock the front door.
Aiden came in and tossed his duffel bag and backpack down. I was still on with Ernie’s. “Do I want an order of cheesy bread?” I repeated the question Pete the pizza guy had just asked, looking to Aiden. He gave an enthusiastic nod and dropped down beside me on the sofa, kicking his feet up on my coffee table.
“Yes, an order of cheesy bread with that would be great,” I told Pete. He added it to my order and relayed my total, and then promised the food would be at my door in thirty minutes. “How was practice?” I asked upon hanging up the phone.
He shrugged and folded his hands behind his head. “It was alright. Coach is nervous about us facing Belmont this weekend, so he pushed us pretty hard.” “You nervous?” “Nah, we’ll kick their asses.” I arched my brow and tipped my chin at him. “Sorry, we’ll kick their butts.”
“Should we work on your assignment while we wait for pizza? I ordered one pineapple and olive, one with pretty much everything, and the cheesy bread.
You can take leftovers to school with you tomorrow if you want, and you’re more than welcome to crash here again tomorrow after your game if you need to.”
He rose and retrieved his backpack. “I think I’ll probably stay with Jordan again. Our buddy is having a little party after the game.”