you deserve to go on a date with a guy you might want to get to know. I can’t get in the way of that, Willow,” he said sternly. He tucked some hair behind my ear, and then backed away from me.
“I’ll be stalking your date if you choose to tell him yes. I wouldn’t let anyone hurt you, so just so you’re aware, I’ll definitely be keeping an eye on him,” he cleared his throat. “Calvin Steelton looks like a tool, though,” he muttered.
I nodded, smiling, “Yeah, he does.”
“You have no idea what you’re getting yourself into, but I don’t, either. I know you want me to tell you what you should do, but I can’t give you a doable route. This is all you, Will,” he told me.
I nodded. “I know that now. I just can’t keep things from you for a second, or keep you out of the loop. You’re all I’ve got, you know,” I said quietly.
“You could have anyone,” he smiled his smile.
“No one is as special as you,” I retorted. I meant it.
No one came before Kennedy. Not even my father did, or my mom. Nobody did.
He shook his head.
“It’s getting late, Will. We have school tomorrow,” he sighed deeply. “We should probably leave our home, now.”
“Not yet,” I interjected.
“Why not?” he asked. He was about to turn away, and leave.
“You said you wanted to tell me something, too, remember?” I pointed out. “You’re wearing your unhappy clothes,” I said under my breath.
He closed his eyes for a moment, taking sectioned deep breaths. “I don’t remember what I was going to say,” he paused, and then opened his eyes slowly. “I’ll remember tomorrow. I’ll tell you tomorrow, okay?” he said aloud.
He was hiding something, but there was no way I could convince him to stay if he wasn’t ready to say what he needed to say.
I nodded, sighing, “Yeah, okay.”
He stood his bike up, and then sat on the seat. “Hello,” he said.
“Hello,” I waved, before he rode off through the woods, beating away the stretched limbs in his path.
August 28 th , 2006, 6:27a.m.
Willow
There was no homework on Friday. The day I said something to Wyatt about the homework, he immediately canceled the homework scheduled for that day. At the end of that day, Annette had gotten in the car with the biggest smile on her face, and she said, “I won’t have homework on Friday’s anymore, mommy!”
It made me so happy that Annette wouldn’t have homework on Friday’s anymore.
But more than anything, I was happy Wyatt was willing to do something that nice for my daughter.
For his entire class, really - it was a generous thing for him to do. Though they deserved less homework, it had to be a giant step for Wyatt to take. I knew he was uptight, and a definite perfectionist.
As soon as I found out that Wyatt was the class’ teacher, I figured it would be a lost cause to try and get him to make changes. Especially for me .
This was his class that I was sticking my nose in, and I knew it would be practically impossible to convince him to schedule less homework.
I never expected it to be so easy - not until I discovered the fact that Wyatt hadn’t hated me at all, and actually enjoyed my presence. He just had a funny way of showing it.
I also knew that I hadn’t hated Wyatt. I never hated him.
I hated that I wanted to see his smile, and I hated that once I saw it, I hadn’t wanted to stop seeing it.
I had hated that I wanted to be the one who made him smile.
It was overwhelming, because the want hit me as soon as I saw the man. I never wanted to make a man smile since Kennedy. The guys of the past , as I called them - I hadn’t thought about being the one who made them smile, and when they did, I’d feel absolutely nothing.
There were things that Wyatt did that I loved, and the one thing that changed my outlook on him entirely was when he asked to know who Annette was.
I loved that he wanted to know, because he was the only man that had ever asked to
“I’ll be stalking your date if you choose to tell him yes. I wouldn’t let anyone hurt you, so just so you’re aware, I’ll definitely be keeping an eye on him,” he cleared his throat. “Calvin Steelton looks like a tool, though,” he muttered.
I nodded, smiling, “Yeah, he does.”
“You have no idea what you’re getting yourself into, but I don’t, either. I know you want me to tell you what you should do, but I can’t give you a doable route. This is all you, Will,” he told me.
I nodded. “I know that now. I just can’t keep things from you for a second, or keep you out of the loop. You’re all I’ve got, you know,” I said quietly.
“You could have anyone,” he smiled his smile.
“No one is as special as you,” I retorted. I meant it.
No one came before Kennedy. Not even my father did, or my mom. Nobody did.
He shook his head.
“It’s getting late, Will. We have school tomorrow,” he sighed deeply. “We should probably leave our home, now.”
“Not yet,” I interjected.
“Why not?” he asked. He was about to turn away, and leave.
“You said you wanted to tell me something, too, remember?” I pointed out. “You’re wearing your unhappy clothes,” I said under my breath.
He closed his eyes for a moment, taking sectioned deep breaths. “I don’t remember what I was going to say,” he paused, and then opened his eyes slowly. “I’ll remember tomorrow. I’ll tell you tomorrow, okay?” he said aloud.
He was hiding something, but there was no way I could convince him to stay if he wasn’t ready to say what he needed to say.
I nodded, sighing, “Yeah, okay.”
He stood his bike up, and then sat on the seat. “Hello,” he said.
“Hello,” I waved, before he rode off through the woods, beating away the stretched limbs in his path.
August 28 th , 2006, 6:27a.m.
Willow
There was no homework on Friday. The day I said something to Wyatt about the homework, he immediately canceled the homework scheduled for that day. At the end of that day, Annette had gotten in the car with the biggest smile on her face, and she said, “I won’t have homework on Friday’s anymore, mommy!”
It made me so happy that Annette wouldn’t have homework on Friday’s anymore.
But more than anything, I was happy Wyatt was willing to do something that nice for my daughter.
For his entire class, really - it was a generous thing for him to do. Though they deserved less homework, it had to be a giant step for Wyatt to take. I knew he was uptight, and a definite perfectionist.
As soon as I found out that Wyatt was the class’ teacher, I figured it would be a lost cause to try and get him to make changes. Especially for me .
This was his class that I was sticking my nose in, and I knew it would be practically impossible to convince him to schedule less homework.
I never expected it to be so easy - not until I discovered the fact that Wyatt hadn’t hated me at all, and actually enjoyed my presence. He just had a funny way of showing it.
I also knew that I hadn’t hated Wyatt. I never hated him.
I hated that I wanted to see his smile, and I hated that once I saw it, I hadn’t wanted to stop seeing it.
I had hated that I wanted to be the one who made him smile.
It was overwhelming, because the want hit me as soon as I saw the man. I never wanted to make a man smile since Kennedy. The guys of the past , as I called them - I hadn’t thought about being the one who made them smile, and when they did, I’d feel absolutely nothing.
There were things that Wyatt did that I loved, and the one thing that changed my outlook on him entirely was when he asked to know who Annette was.
I loved that he wanted to know, because he was the only man that had ever asked to
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