Page 15 of Hate You, Maybe
Me
Ha. I meant are they getting pizza?
Landry
Mom says she and Dad are going home to bed.
Me
Count me in then. Okay if Bridge comes?
Landry
Again. You don’t have to ask permission.
Me
See you there, dope.
Bridger eyes my phone. “Everything okay?”
“Yeah. Landry and Brock are grabbing pizza at Amici’s after the game. Wanna join? A man’s gotta eat.”
“Thanks, but I already have a date with a stack of chemistry tests I need to grade.”
“On a Friday night?” I shake my head. “Man. You really need to get out there. You moved here, what—a year and a half ago? I think it’s time.”
“Thanks, Mr. Pot.” He smirks. “ButIthink this kettle’s gonna hang at home and get some work done tonight.”
“Heh.” I won’t pursue the argument, but there’s a big difference between Bridge and me. Namely, I’m not trying to get over an unrequited love. “Since I probably won’t see you, keep me posted on how staff development goes. I’ll need updates while I’m gone.”
“I already know the update.” He claps me on the back. “Next week’s gonna suck without you.”
I wander over to confer with the head coach after the game, telling him they did great, and basically praying the guy won’t quit on us. I’m just heading out to the parking lot when Kendal side-texts me off the sibling thread.
Kendal
Hey. Before you meet up at Amici’s, can you pick up some diapers for me?
Me
Since when do you wear diapers?
Kendal
Ha ha. For Rowan and Wally. I texted Mom, but she didn’t respond.
Me
Landry said they were headed home to bed. So they’re either asleep or …
Kendal
Ewww. Can you just grab one pack for the baby and another for Rowan? Oh, and then drop them off here? Pretty please? With baby poop on top?
Me
I’m about to eat pizza.
