Page 42 of Molly: Part One
“She doesn’t hate you Molly,” I’m not sure if this is a lie or not. “I told her a diluted version of what happened, she understood.”
“Yeah, whatever you say Ry,” she says shaking her head “How are Abbi and Liv?”
“Both good, they’re both working hard. I think secretly glad they didn’t go home this summer. I told them they should come visit. I hope that’s okay.”
“Of course it is, it’s been ages since I’ve seen them, and unlike your parents they actually like me!”
Molly continues with dinner while I set the table and pour us both drinks, I sit down and sip my beer just as she is plating up.
“Here you go,” she says placing it in front of me.
“Smells amazing as always, thank you,” I say grabbing my knife and fork to dig in. “So what you been doing the last two days?” I ask curious as to where she has been.
“Well after I left you yesterday I went to the office to get a list together for what I need then I met Megan for coffee. We ended up talking for so long that she had to get back to look after Oscar as James was going out, so I followed her home and we got a takeaway and chatted long in to the night.”
“You spent nearly all day Saturday with her, what the hell did you have to talk about for so long?” Her answer is just to lift her eyebrow at me letting me know that it was me they were talking about. I feel my cheeks flush a little knowing I was their topic of conversation. God I hope she has come to the same conclusion as me and that is why she is acting a bit nervous.
“Then this morning I got up early and went into the university to see my old lecturer to see if he could give me any names for my potential new employee.”
“Did he have any ideas?”
“Yes, he gave me a number for a guy who graduated last year called Jackson Parker, he said he was just what I needed and from what he can remember of me our styles would compliment each other well. Apparently he’s been doing bar work whilst looking for a design job.”
“So have you spoken to him?”
“Oh yeah, sorry. I rang him as soon as I left campus. I’m meeting him at Cocoa’s in the morning. “
“That’s great. I hope he’s as good as your lecturer has made him out to be.”
“Yeah, you and me both. It could take ages to find the right person otherwise.”
I watch as Molly nervously shifts in her seat. Looking at me then back down again like she is building up to saying something.
“Spit it out Molls!” I can’t cope watching her struggle anymore.
“I’vegotadateonfridaynight,” she says at such a speed it takes me a few seconds to decipher what she just said.
“You’ve got a date on Friday night?” I hope to god that the look on my face right now doesn’t reflect the disappointment I feel inside at hearing this news.
“Yeah, Megan has set me up with one of James’ work mates. His name is Adam and he is taking me to that new Italian in town. According to Megan we’ll get on like a house on fire but we’ll see.”
“That’s good Molly, you need to try to find your prince charming.”
Molly chats away to me some more after that little announcement but I don’t hear any of what she says, I just keep replaying what she said in my head “I’vegotadateonfridaynight,” “I’vegotadateonfridaynight,” “I’vegotadateonfridaynight,” Shit, fuck, bollocks. Why couldn’t she have told me this before I decided I wanted her?
After we tidied the dishes away from dinner I told Molly my headache was coming back and excused myself to my room. My head was all over the place and I needed to be by myself with my thoughts.
Molly
I’ve just watched Ryan walk out of the kitchen after I’m pretty sure he lied about having a headache.
“Shit,” I whisper to myself.
Breaking my news to him about having a date really couldn’t have gone any worse. I watched his face drop as my words settled in his head. He looked like a little kid who had just had his new puppy taken away from him. I feel awful. I didn’t want to hurt him. I’d convinced myself that he would agree with me about not doing anything to ruin our relationship but the look on his face has me thinking that wasn’t what he wanted at all.
After going through everything I want to talk to Jackson about in the morning I head to bed, although sleep eludes me for hours. All I can see every time I close my eyes is the look on Ryan’s face. I don’t want to be the one that puts it there.
It feels like I have only been asleep for two hours when my alarm clock goes off. “Noooo…” I grumble as I lean over and hit the top of it to shut it up. I sit up and wipe the sleep from my eyes before I realise why I’m up so early. I’m meeting my possible first employee. The thought of this gives my body the boost it needs to get up and dressed.
