Page 29 of The Infiniteness of Yesterday
“Mom, do you know what I want?” Roe pouts. “Maybe I should go with you to be sure.”
Jameson grins, shaking his head in amusement.
I arch a brow at her. “White bread, turkey, mayo and American cheese. Right?”
She rolls her eyes, flopping her hand down in a disgruntled gesture. “Show off. Fine, go then.”
Jameson laughs outright, placing a hand on her shoulder to steer her toward a table.
Inside, I get in line, eyeing the chalkboard menu. Some sandwiches they have all the time, the basics like turkey and ham with simple toppings like lettuce and mayo, but they also have specials they rotate out weekly that are a bit more … out there.
None of them sounds appealing to me, so when I order I get what we usually do. Roe’s turkey, my B.L.T., and Jameson’s roast beef.
Off to the side, I wrap my arms around myself as I wait for my order number to be called.
“That’s totally her.” I hear hissed to my left from one of the booths occupied by a group of girls’ high school age.
I don’t look their way, instead choosing to look around the inside of the shop. The walls are painted in bright colors ranging from a bright blue to lime green and even a coral-red shade. It has a quirky beachy vibe that I love. It doesn’t pander to what tourists might expect and beats to its own unique drum. I think it’s why it does so much business with locals.
“It’s definitely her. It has to be. I mean she’d have to live close to LA, right?” Another girl’s voice interrupts my thoughts and my eyes drift back to the table of girls to find them all staring at me.
Atme.
Why?
Such a dumb question. I know why. I always know why, but I like to pretend I don’t.
The group of girls all look away in embarrassment at being caught, but their whispers continue.
“Do you think he’s with her? Maybe he’s outside? Should we go look?”
I suppress the urge to roll my eyes.
“Just ask her,” another hisses.
I blow out a breath, actually rolling my eyes this time.
I’m not the least bit surprised when one of the girls snaps her fingers. “Hey. Hey, you.”
Hey. You.
Clearly, they know who I am, which means they know my name, but they can’t have the common courtesy to even use it.
Turning in their direction I eye the blonde who spoke. “Yes?” I drawl out, my tone clearly implying I don’t have time for their shit.
I wish I could say stuff like this isn’t a common thing, but it is despite the fact Spencer and I haven’t been a couple for years. I never wanted any parts of the fame that came with what he does, but the thing is when you blow up that quickly—mostly thanks to the teen drama he’s starred on the last three years—that fame trickles down to the people closest to you and since I’m the mother of his child, that attention goes to me.
“You’re Spencer Shaw’s baby mama, right?”
I bite my tongue so hard I taste blood. “No,” I bite out a curt response.
Spencer Shaw’s baby mama? Is that all I am?
Looking away from them, I pray my order number is called soon.
“You definitely are,” another one says.
Fuck, these girls.
