didn’t even know his name.
I was lost in the moment. Totally, completely lost, so it took a moment for me to realize that Addie was tapping my shoulder eagerly.
“ Lia! Lia,” she shouted, pointing at her watch. “I thought you left. Look. It’s after midnight. You’re never late. Your mom’s going to freak.”
I knew she was right, but I had trouble pulling my attention from him. I slipped my hand from his and started to take off his jacket. But, he stopped me by simply placing a hand on each of my shoulders and shaking his head lightly once from side to side.
“ Take it,” he said. “I’m fine, Cordelia. Please take it.”
With that, I turned and ran through the main house to the waiting car. I knew that in mere moments, I would be facing my mother’s wrath. The magic of what had just taken place would soon be over. Addie gave Rob a quick kiss and assured him she would be back as soon as she knew I was safe. The entire way to my house, she kept asking me to explain what had happened, but I had no response. I didn’t know myself; I just knew that I couldn’t wait to see him again. Those few minutes with him were worth anything that would come next.
Chapter 6 - Late
“ Should I come in with you,” Addie asked warily as we pulled up in front of my house.
“ No. It’s best I face this on my own.”
Neither one of us knew how my mom would react. It was only 12:27 a.m., and technically, I’d never had a curfew, but I doubted that would hold up as a reasonable excuse at my makeshift trial. I ducked out of the car and immediately saw the porch light come on. The door opened, and my mom stepped outside, her terrycloth housecoat pulled tight across her chest.
“ It’s okay. She’s home now,” she mumbled angrily into the telephone that was glued to her right ear. I knew she must have called Addie’s parents, hoping to hear that we were at their house, safe and sound.
“ Cordelia Lorelei Jameson,” she shouted at me. Twice in one night with my full name. Impressive. Addie winced, watching from behind the tinted window of the black Cadillac. “Get in the house now.”
Tears stung my eyes as I ran toward the front steps. I brushed past my mother and into the kitchen. I thought about taking the stairs two at a time to my bedroom and slamming the door behind me, but I knew that wouldn’t help my case. After all, I was sort of in the wrong. I owed my mother to have it out with her.
“ Where have you been,” she shouted across the room. “I have been worried sick, young lady. Do you know what time it is? Surely, Hannah’s parents have a phone. Or, how about Addie? I know she has a phone. For crying out loud, you could have just asked her driver to swing by with a message. Do you have any idea how worried I was?”
She went on like this for at least three solid minutes. I tried to answer a few times, at first, but then I decided it was best to just let her have her say. When she was done, I added my two cents.
“ I’m sorry,” I said softly, looking at the floor and shuffling my gold-heeled foot in a circle along the tile. “I really am. I just—”
She cut me off then.
“ Things are going to be different from now on. I’ve let this go on too long. You’re grounded.”
“ But, mom. This has never happened before. In fact, I don’t have a curfew, so how can I be in trouble for breaking it,” I shouted desperately. I knew there was no point. The battle was over. “I’m a good student, I work hard. This isn’t fair.”
I actually stomped my foot. Now, even I knew I was being childish.
“ To your room now. This is not up for discussion. Go,” she said, pointing to the stairwell.
It was after 1 a.m. when I flopped onto the bed still wearing Chaseyn’s velvety jacket. I kicked off my shoes and coiled my body beneath the comfort of the fluffy down duvet. I had to work at 7 a.m. I hoped
I was lost in the moment. Totally, completely lost, so it took a moment for me to realize that Addie was tapping my shoulder eagerly.
“ Lia! Lia,” she shouted, pointing at her watch. “I thought you left. Look. It’s after midnight. You’re never late. Your mom’s going to freak.”
I knew she was right, but I had trouble pulling my attention from him. I slipped my hand from his and started to take off his jacket. But, he stopped me by simply placing a hand on each of my shoulders and shaking his head lightly once from side to side.
“ Take it,” he said. “I’m fine, Cordelia. Please take it.”
With that, I turned and ran through the main house to the waiting car. I knew that in mere moments, I would be facing my mother’s wrath. The magic of what had just taken place would soon be over. Addie gave Rob a quick kiss and assured him she would be back as soon as she knew I was safe. The entire way to my house, she kept asking me to explain what had happened, but I had no response. I didn’t know myself; I just knew that I couldn’t wait to see him again. Those few minutes with him were worth anything that would come next.
Chapter 6 - Late
“ Should I come in with you,” Addie asked warily as we pulled up in front of my house.
“ No. It’s best I face this on my own.”
Neither one of us knew how my mom would react. It was only 12:27 a.m., and technically, I’d never had a curfew, but I doubted that would hold up as a reasonable excuse at my makeshift trial. I ducked out of the car and immediately saw the porch light come on. The door opened, and my mom stepped outside, her terrycloth housecoat pulled tight across her chest.
“ It’s okay. She’s home now,” she mumbled angrily into the telephone that was glued to her right ear. I knew she must have called Addie’s parents, hoping to hear that we were at their house, safe and sound.
“ Cordelia Lorelei Jameson,” she shouted at me. Twice in one night with my full name. Impressive. Addie winced, watching from behind the tinted window of the black Cadillac. “Get in the house now.”
Tears stung my eyes as I ran toward the front steps. I brushed past my mother and into the kitchen. I thought about taking the stairs two at a time to my bedroom and slamming the door behind me, but I knew that wouldn’t help my case. After all, I was sort of in the wrong. I owed my mother to have it out with her.
“ Where have you been,” she shouted across the room. “I have been worried sick, young lady. Do you know what time it is? Surely, Hannah’s parents have a phone. Or, how about Addie? I know she has a phone. For crying out loud, you could have just asked her driver to swing by with a message. Do you have any idea how worried I was?”
She went on like this for at least three solid minutes. I tried to answer a few times, at first, but then I decided it was best to just let her have her say. When she was done, I added my two cents.
“ I’m sorry,” I said softly, looking at the floor and shuffling my gold-heeled foot in a circle along the tile. “I really am. I just—”
She cut me off then.
“ Things are going to be different from now on. I’ve let this go on too long. You’re grounded.”
“ But, mom. This has never happened before. In fact, I don’t have a curfew, so how can I be in trouble for breaking it,” I shouted desperately. I knew there was no point. The battle was over. “I’m a good student, I work hard. This isn’t fair.”
I actually stomped my foot. Now, even I knew I was being childish.
“ To your room now. This is not up for discussion. Go,” she said, pointing to the stairwell.
It was after 1 a.m. when I flopped onto the bed still wearing Chaseyn’s velvety jacket. I kicked off my shoes and coiled my body beneath the comfort of the fluffy down duvet. I had to work at 7 a.m. I hoped
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