Haven? Being in the top five of our class?”
“You're in the top five?” I glance at her as
she slips away a bit.
“Yeah,” she beams brightly.
“I thought you knew.” Mandy looks
confused.
“I haven't had the chance to tell him yet,”
Haven tries to explain fiddling with her hair in the process. Her
nervous trait.
“Why not?”
“Well he was away without ways of
communicating remember? And then when he finally got back today
we...were a little busy,” a blush spreads across her face before
she looks down slightly embarrassed.
I don't. I hold my head up proud. I slept
with my girl. That's something to be excited about not ashamed. I
reminded her who worships that body. Loud and clear. Mandy glances
at me and tries to hide her smile, completely aware of what is
being communicated. Glad it's fucking clear.
After a small snicker behind her hand, “You
really can't get enough of her, can you?”
“Mandy!” Haven squeals.
“Not possible.”
She sighs still smiling, “Do you at least
know about her job offer?”
“No...” the realization I know less and less
about Haven begins to spin into a knot in my stomach. Tightly. What
else don't I know? How much more could there possibly be? I mean
she's a high ranking student, she's got a job offer, and did she
get offered to bake brownies for the president while I was gone
too? Be rational Clint. Don't be an asshole. Feeling like a
shitty boyfriend, I turn my attention to her, “What job?”
Her hand gently touches my arm as if sensing
my shame, “Michele's family owns a fancy bakery downtown and
offered me a job as soon as I graduate. It's no big deal--”
“No big deal?!” Mandy fusses hitting her
shoulder with the bag. Unconsciously, I wince. No one should ever
hit her. “Haven, do you know there are people who have been baking
their entire lives, in some of the fanciest places around the
world, who can't get a job at that bakery?”
“What? Are their cakes made out of gold or
something?” my attempt at a joke is to lighten the mood that's
attempting to swallow me whole.
“Might as well be,” Mandy mutters. “Anyway,
it is a big deal. Like a HUGE deal. She should be
proud!”
“Very,” my face looks onto Haven's. With a
gentle finger I lift it up so her eyes are in mine. “Extremely
proud, angel. Promise me, you'll tell me all about it when we get
home?”
“Promise,” she softly says, nodding, looking
a little relieved.
Did she think I'd be mad that she hadn't told
me? Disappointed. Yes. Then again when has there been time? Our
tongues have done most of the ‘I love yous’ and ‘I miss yous’. In
fact, most of the conversations we've had today have been in the
sheets. Didn't seem like such a bad thing until now. It's alright
though. We can get through this. Besides she's not the only one
with something to share. I just hope Glove doesn't let blow it
again for me.
“I'm gonna go grab a glass of water. Want
anything?” Haven softly smiles at me eager to please.
“Why don't I grab it for you?” my desire to
please her almost as eager as her own.
“I've got it,” she places a hand on my chest,
the heat from her hand shooting through my body straight for my
groin. Yup. It's that easy to turn me on when it comes to her.
“I'll be right back...”
My attention follows her until she's out of
sight, which is when I hear Mandy let out a deep sigh, “You really
are just head over heels for her huh?”
“You have no idea.” I toss my eyes back at
her, a crooked dopey smile on my face.
“Hey, I have an idea. Why don't you pick
Haven up from school this Friday and you can go with us to our
favorite little place for a drink?”
“Haven's not old enough to drink.”
“She doesn't drink. She always has water and
food, but Michele and I do. It's fun. It's this cute little hole in
the wall place. She loves their fried pickles.” I didn't even know
Haven ate fried pickles. I've never even had one. “It'll
“You're in the top five?” I glance at her as
she slips away a bit.
“Yeah,” she beams brightly.
“I thought you knew.” Mandy looks
confused.
“I haven't had the chance to tell him yet,”
Haven tries to explain fiddling with her hair in the process. Her
nervous trait.
“Why not?”
“Well he was away without ways of
communicating remember? And then when he finally got back today
we...were a little busy,” a blush spreads across her face before
she looks down slightly embarrassed.
I don't. I hold my head up proud. I slept
with my girl. That's something to be excited about not ashamed. I
reminded her who worships that body. Loud and clear. Mandy glances
at me and tries to hide her smile, completely aware of what is
being communicated. Glad it's fucking clear.
After a small snicker behind her hand, “You
really can't get enough of her, can you?”
“Mandy!” Haven squeals.
“Not possible.”
She sighs still smiling, “Do you at least
know about her job offer?”
“No...” the realization I know less and less
about Haven begins to spin into a knot in my stomach. Tightly. What
else don't I know? How much more could there possibly be? I mean
she's a high ranking student, she's got a job offer, and did she
get offered to bake brownies for the president while I was gone
too? Be rational Clint. Don't be an asshole. Feeling like a
shitty boyfriend, I turn my attention to her, “What job?”
Her hand gently touches my arm as if sensing
my shame, “Michele's family owns a fancy bakery downtown and
offered me a job as soon as I graduate. It's no big deal--”
“No big deal?!” Mandy fusses hitting her
shoulder with the bag. Unconsciously, I wince. No one should ever
hit her. “Haven, do you know there are people who have been baking
their entire lives, in some of the fanciest places around the
world, who can't get a job at that bakery?”
“What? Are their cakes made out of gold or
something?” my attempt at a joke is to lighten the mood that's
attempting to swallow me whole.
“Might as well be,” Mandy mutters. “Anyway,
it is a big deal. Like a HUGE deal. She should be
proud!”
“Very,” my face looks onto Haven's. With a
gentle finger I lift it up so her eyes are in mine. “Extremely
proud, angel. Promise me, you'll tell me all about it when we get
home?”
“Promise,” she softly says, nodding, looking
a little relieved.
Did she think I'd be mad that she hadn't told
me? Disappointed. Yes. Then again when has there been time? Our
tongues have done most of the ‘I love yous’ and ‘I miss yous’. In
fact, most of the conversations we've had today have been in the
sheets. Didn't seem like such a bad thing until now. It's alright
though. We can get through this. Besides she's not the only one
with something to share. I just hope Glove doesn't let blow it
again for me.
“I'm gonna go grab a glass of water. Want
anything?” Haven softly smiles at me eager to please.
“Why don't I grab it for you?” my desire to
please her almost as eager as her own.
“I've got it,” she places a hand on my chest,
the heat from her hand shooting through my body straight for my
groin. Yup. It's that easy to turn me on when it comes to her.
“I'll be right back...”
My attention follows her until she's out of
sight, which is when I hear Mandy let out a deep sigh, “You really
are just head over heels for her huh?”
“You have no idea.” I toss my eyes back at
her, a crooked dopey smile on my face.
“Hey, I have an idea. Why don't you pick
Haven up from school this Friday and you can go with us to our
favorite little place for a drink?”
“Haven's not old enough to drink.”
“She doesn't drink. She always has water and
food, but Michele and I do. It's fun. It's this cute little hole in
the wall place. She loves their fried pickles.” I didn't even know
Haven ate fried pickles. I've never even had one. “It'll
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