Page 28 of Hot Four Teacher
After she left, I attempted to knit for a while, but my mind just wasn’t in it. My lack of concentration ended up just knotting all my yarn into one giant heap. That was when I gave up on knitting…for now anyway.
I moved onto playing video games. I’ve been snuggled up on the couch, eating crackers and trying to calm my churning stomach. It may not be as exciting as last night, but this is way more in my comfort zone. I’ll take an evening like this over going out every single time. I’ve always been more of a homebody. Sometimes, I think maybe it was a good thing I had a kid young. That way, I didn't have to do the whole crazy partying thing.
Maybe I just think that because I never got to do any of it. Now, the whole idea of it doesn’t even sound appealing.
A knock on the door gets me to put down my game. I assume it’s Ronnie again–or another one of my intrusive family members. These are about the only people who ever come over.
Good lord, I’m lame.
I slowly make my way to the door. When I swing it open, I’m shocked to see Dane standing there. I freeze, unsure of why he’s here and even more unsure of what I should do.
“Hey,” he says with a grin that makes me tingle the same way our kiss did last night.
“Uh, hi,” I stammer.
“Look, I'm really sorry if this is creepy of me just to show up like this, but I didn’t have your number, and I wanted to talk to you.”
“You wanted to talk to me?” I ask, just to make sure I heard him right.
“Yeah.” Another smile. “Can I come in?”
“Oh, yes. Of course.” I step out of the way, so he canwalk inside.
I don’t even notice the bag he’s carrying until he hands it to me. “Here. I made you a little care package. All of the stuff that’s good for a hangover.”
“How’d you know I would have a hangover?”
He lets out a little laugh. “Well, you were pretty drunk last night, and you just kept saying how you never drink. So, I just had a hunch.”
“Right.”
I look inside the bag as Dane lists off what’s inside. “Some water with extra electrolytes. Some extra strength aspirin. Peanut butter sandwich crackers. A banana. And some bland chicken noodle soup.”
“Thank you,” I tell him. “I’ve been sipping water all day, but I still don’t feel great.”
“I’m sorry to hear that,” he says.
“I’ll survive. So, you said you wanted to talk?” I ask, motioning for him to follow me into the living room.
He eyes the giant tangled ball of yarn. “It looks like there was a struggle.”
I smile. “You have no idea.”
After I shove the ball on the floor, we each take a seat on the couch. How is it that he looks so relaxed, and I feel so damn awkward?
I look down at my outfit and realized I’m wearing a white t-shirt with no bra and holes in it and a pair of equally ratty sweatpants. Quite the opposite of what I was wearing last night.
Clearing my throat, I say, “Dane, I have to ask…why are you here? I made a complete ass out of myself last night.”
“How so?”
“Well, I asked you to give me some orgasms. Then, I kissed you before throwing up. And then, I took my clothes off, and you didn’t even get laid.”
Is that why he’s here? To finish what we started? He must have low standards if he is still wanting some with how I look now.
After what seems like forever, he finally speaks. “Michelle, as much as I would’ve loved taking you to bed last night, that wasn’t why I left the bar with you.”
“Then, why–”
