“Okay, you hurry back down, now. I cooked you a little something for lunch,” says my grandmother.
When I return, I see thelittle somethingmy grandmother cooked for me is a six-course meal. It’s the gym for me when I return to Montgomery.
By Tuesday morning, I’m in a bad mood. It’s hard for me to try to hide my feelings. The cause of my attitude is Maverick. I haven’t heard from him since Saturday morning when we exchanged a few text messages. Maybe he found another girl to fuck while I’m gone. That thought leaves a bad taste in my mouth. I’m lying in bed, contemplating if I should text him or not, when my phone dings, indicating I just received a notification. I lift my cell phone from my bed. The text message is from Maverick.
Maverick: Come outside.
I immediately sit up. I jump from the bed, running to the window to look between the blinds. Maverick is leaning against his jeep with his arms crossed over his chest, looking sexy as hell. I squeal in excitement as I race to the bathroom to brush my teeth and wash my face. I enter the guest bedroom again to grab my jacket and put my shoes on then head downstairs out the door.
I don’t care if he notices how excited I am to see him. It’s getting harder for me to hide how I feel about him. I throw my arms around him, threading my fingers through his hair to bring his lips to me for a kiss. He flips us around so that I’m leaning against the car now. When he picks me up, I wrap my legs around his hips. We remain like that for the next few minutes.
I unwrap my legs to slide down his body, breaking the kiss.
“My grandparents could see us, Maverick.”
“Okay,” he says, resting his forehead against mine.
“How did you know where I was?”
“I downloaded a tracking app on your phone.”
My eyes widen in shock. “I didn’t notice a new app downloaded on my phone.”
“You wouldn’t, you have a lot of apps.”
“You’re such a creep, Maverick.”
He laughs at my statement.
“Why are you here?”
“I want to spend the day with you.”
“What are we doing, Maverick?”
“I don’t know, but I couldn’t go another day without seeing you. Come with me.”
“Okay, I have to shower first. Do you want to come in to wait for me?”
“No, I’ll wait out here.”
An hour and a half later, I’m heading back outside to Maverick’s car. My grandmother was not pleased about not being able to cook me another one of her grand breakfasts. I’m wearing a gray sweater, tight blue jeans, black boots, and a jean jacket. Maverick opens the passenger side door for me.
“Where are we going?” I ask when he slides into the driver’s seat.
“Let’s go to the mall to see a movie, and then we’ll figure after what else to do after. The first showing of the action flick that just came out is at 11:00 a.m., we have an hour.”
“Okay.”
After the movie, we find a seafood restaurant to have lunch. We talk as we eat our food, finally learning more about one another.
“What colleges have you applied to?” I ask.
“I applied to all the best journalism colleges— Emerson, The University of Texas at Austin, University of Missouri-Columbia, Northwestern, New York University, and a few others. What about you?”
“I received a few full scholarship offers for football, but I decided to go with Texas A & M.”
“Congratulations, Maverick.”
