Page 221 of Satan's Spawn
“What the hell, dude?” Rebecca closes the door behind me when we step inside her room.
“What?”
“I said be nice!”
“Thatwasme being nice.”
She drags her hands down her face, and all I can think of is how much I want to rip the buttons off her little flannel dress.
“I want my Mom to like you.” She groans.
“I just gotyouto finally like me.”
Pacing back and forth, she says, “Okay, damage control. Let’s go out there and talk about midterms? Okay? That’s a safe and violent-less conversation.”
“Boring too.”
“Crayton!” She throws her hands in her hair.
“Okay, fine, fuck. Let’s go talk grades and shit.”
We—and by “we” I mean Rebecca and her parents—spend another grueling hour talking about school, work, and other pointless topics Rebecca brought up to keep the attention off me.
It’s obvious I’m not anyone but Rebecca’s favorite person in the room, and maybe Potato because the fucking pest refuses to leave my side.
But I do try my best to be as sociable as I can, for the sake of getting laid again.
From dinner, to presents, to fucking dessert, the two old timers in the room won’t shut the hell up.
And Rebecca all but covers my mouth with her hand to censor me.
Her Mom and Stepdad aren’t necessarily bad people, but definitely annoying ones who need to know everything about the person sitting across from them.
It isn’t until I’m saying good-bye to Rebecca at the door that I finally feel the headache thwart a bit inside my head.
“I’m sorry I’m not coming back with you.” She chews her lip. “I know I promised a night together after this.”
Yes, you fucking did, Rebecca.
“It’s cool, gonna go back and take a shower and pass out. My head is killing me.”
She reaches for my hand. “You did good today.”
I let out a sarcastic laugh, feeling the stares from her family behind the closed door. “Sure, I bet Mommy can’t wait to write to the family and tell them all about herbaby’snew boyfriend.”
“First boyfriend,” she corrects me, and although it makes me hard knowing she’s only ever been mine, it still doesn’t make it any less likely her parents will forbid her from seeing me.
“Not for much longer.” I’m unable to help the bite of my tongue.
“Don’t say that…” She shakes her head. “My Mom may seem like a lot, but she’s got her ways too. And she’s in no position to judge any of my decisions, trust me.”
“Shame she couldn’t spend all that time talking about herself, then.”
Rebecca stretches on her toes, hands aligning my jaw. “You’re such an idiot, I lo—” She stops, her lips pressing tightly closed as she lets go and lowers back to her heels.
Well…this is awkward.
And it’s only getting worse the redder her face gets.
