If I didn’t care about her hearing what goes on in my room, there’s no way I would’ve had sex in the back of his truck.
It was kind of hot, though. I don’t know what it was about fucking in Zeke’s car, but it was a fun experience. I don’t know how often I’d be down to repeat that experience, but it was a good time.
But we might have to do it more often because I told Zeke I’d no longer go to his place to hook up after we almost got caught. At least if my mom came home early, I wouldn’t have to worry about her telling anyone. She wouldn’t even care. If someone in Zeke’s house found out, the rest would know before I even got out the front door.
And when you have a class with one of the bozos who lives with your fuck buddy, you try to avoid getting caught at all costs.
“Mija!” The front door shuts, and I hear a gentle knock on my door. “You home?”
I hop off my bed and open my door.
“Hi,” I say. “I didn’t expect you to be home this early.”
“No AA tonight. But Jay and I were thinking we could all get dinner.”
“Us and Jay?”
She smiles. “It’ll be fun,mija. Como en los viejos tiempos.”
“I have a lab at eight-thirty.”
“We’ll be done before then. Promise.”
I don’t know if I can say no to this. I haven’t seen my mom this excited about something in a while, and I don’t want to get too hopeful, but she looks good.
“Sure. It’ll be fun.”
“Ah!Perfecto! Jayestá en el coche.”
“You knew I’d say yes?”
“We were hopeful.Vámonos.” She lifts her hand, spinning it in the air as she turns around.
I grab my coat off the back of my door and follow her out.
Out of all the places we could’ve gone, we ended up at the one we used to go to with my dad. I don’t know if she even remembers that we used to come here, especially since the name and interior are completely different.
“Everything on the menu sounds delicious,” my mom says, flipping through the pages. “What’re you thinking,mija?”
“I’m not sure. They have great onion rings here. So, maybe onion rings and a burger.”
“Ooo, I haven’t had onion rings in ages,” Jay adds. “Good thing my favorite person is getting some and will share them with me.”
“Ha. Or you could get your own.”
Before Jay has time to respond, a waitress approaches our table. The same waitress that was here last time. Maia, I think.
“Hey guys, welcome into Greystone.” She smiles. She flashed me the same bright smile the last time I was here. I don’t know if it’s just her customer service smile or if she’s genuinely this happy to be here. “I’m Maia; I’m gonna take care of you tonight. Could I get you started with something to drink?”
“I’ll have a root beer, please,” Jay responds.
“Just a water for me, please.” My mom sits her menu down.
“Chocolate shake?” Maia looks at me, and I raise an eyebrow. “Sorry, you got that last time you were here.”
“You remember me coming here?”
“Of course I do,” she responds. “Hard to forget a friendly face. Especially one that leaves a twenty on a five-dollar check.”