Happy Wednesday! We survived the first days of school, first dance classes, and first music lessons. Tonight we go back to handbells and choir at church, and this Friday is my very first Irish dance class. I’m a little nervous, though my 14-year-old assures me I’ll be just fine. Easy for him to say! He’s been dancing since he was 3.
In other big news, my kids have auditions for their school’s junior show (grades 6-9): High School Musical. They’re so excited! The main stage show (grades 6-12) in February will be Big Fish.
On to the WIPpet. I’m following up on last week’s uh-oh with Jamie and the flowers he didn’t really want. This is immediately after he discovers who sent them. FYI, Mack is definitely not Jamie’s boyfriend/partner/date. He’s Jamie’s best friend. Warnings for some swears and for a “spoiler” of sorts (Jamie’s ex was never named until the end of the second book of the series.)
WIPmath: 5 paragraphs because there have been 5 full days of school so far.
“Hey.” Mack’s voice sounded funny, and Jamie wished the ringing in his ears would quit so he could hear properly. “Hey, Jamie. Breathe.”
Mack’s hand was on his neck, massaging. Jamie shuddered, his whole body seizing up. He shoved at Mack. Before he could stop himself, Jamie hurled the second bouquet across the room. The glass vase it was in shattered on the hardwood floor, and the pieces went everywhere.
“Fuck him!” Jamie repeated it over and over until the words didn’t make sense anymore. He fell onto his knees.
“Let me see.” Mack’s fingers closed around the card Jamie was still clutching. He pried it away. A few seconds later, he muttered, “That absolute asshole. How long has this been going on?”
What Mack had said was true; Sage was an asshole, but he was one with a remarkable ability to know what would go straight to Jamie’s heart. He had all the right words, every I miss you, baby and I’m no good without you and I swear I can’t go on. What scared Jamie wasn’t the thought that Sage would make good on his threats to hurt himself. It was how tempted Jamie was to go back to him. How many nights he still ached for Sage. Still wanted the familiarity, even if it came with all the pain.
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