Page 91 of Talk Nerdy To Me
“I’m just going to go splash some cold water on my face and stuff,” Krysta says before scurrying out of her chair.
“You need to apologize better than that,” I tell Mom.
“That’ll just make it worse. Ignore it and it’ll go away.”
“That’s the opposite of the healthy approach to problems,” I point out.
“Actually, it depends on the individual and their own perspective,” Britt argues in a tone that sounds like she’s in a stale debate club. “Can I just ask Krysta which she’d prefer?”
“Now it’s just getting weird,” Sticks says as he exits in the same direction Krysta went.
“How’s the road? Sex, drugs, and rock and roll still doing it for you, kiddo?” Mom asks idly. “Make sure you get him tested before letting him pop any precious cherries.”
I glance over at Britt and mouth another apology, as she just tucks her hair behind her ear and smiles over at my mother.
“We’ve got to get on the road soon, because we have reservations at a hotel closer to the venue,” I say as I stand, stretching and gesturing for Britt to get up.
“I thought we were spending the day and night here. That was why we missed karaoke night,” she points out like she’s confused.
Mom cuts her eyes to me. “You’re an idiot,” she says before turning her attention back to the stove.
I groan as I sit back down.
Britt glances between us, and her eyes widen before she makes an understanding O with her lips.
“So, Britt, why are you still a virgin?” Mom asks her. “No brave men left in the world?”
I palm my face, and then, like a dick, stand and abandon Britt because I can’t. I just can’t sit here and listen to how embarrassing my mother is still being.
Why did I think this was going to be a good idea?
