“Stop.” Steven hugged me tight. “Put on your fucking clothes and I’ll see if I can get us a flight. The finals are over. Let’s go to Hawai’i and tell Kai we love her.”
Chapter Thirty-Four
Kai
Thursday
My alarm went off and I threw it against the wall, which didn’t actually shut it off. Ugh. All alarms should turn off when thrown. I groaned, putting my pillow over my head. I felt like absolute garbage today. Not trash panda, more like flaming dumpster fire.
My body ached and I just felt shitty.
But I had to drag my ass to class because we were doing a test review.
The guys had already been texting me, so I sent a picture of my breakfast. I just made myself some soup and rice. I wasn’t feeling eggy today, and I certainly wasn’t feeling meaty. Well, not that kind of meat.
I should buy myself a knotted dildo. I was feeling especially horny today.
Logan’s mom had left me more messages. Jesus, wasn’t she running out of numbers to call me from? I did look at the transcripts in case I needed to save any.
Oh, she was super pissed. I’d gotten her precious baby boy kicked out of school and she used those words exactly.Precious baby boy.Gross.
Oh, his doctorate program rescinded his admission. Wow.
Part of me felt a little bad. Logan had worked really hard, but at the same time Leigh was right, he blew up his own life.
As I ate my soup and rice, and drank my coffee, I checked my email.
Steven was super chatty over text, which was a surprise. I figured they’d be hungover today, but again they were five hours ahead. He asked what I was doing today, so I let him know. It wouldn’t hurt to let someone know my schedule. I was no longer sharing my location with anyone but my brother and Pika.
Auntie Kiki came in, wearing a particularly glorious floral dress, her scarf around her hair matching. Today her glasses were on a beaded chain, and there was a flower in her hair from the garden.
She made herself a cup of tea and sat down with me. “You look awful. What’s wrong?”
“I’m not feeling good, but I’m not too sick for class, so I’m fine.” That was pretty much the baseline growing up–if you were too sick for school you were pretty much too sick to do anything.
“Don’t push yourself.” She took a sip of tea.
I stared at her. “Are you encouraging me to miss class? Who are you?”
“Of course not. Class is important, but you don’t need to do other things today,” she added.
Yes, like my life was full of social activities. One of the main reasons my ex and I had moved in together was so that we’d actually be able to see each other.
“You miss those boys.” Auntie Kiki took another sip of tea.
“I do. They want to visit next month. I think I’m going to see them over the summer, too. We’re going to go to the Renn Faire and dress up like pirates.” I was excited about that.
It didn’t look like my trip with my brother would interfere with any of those dates for Renn Faire. It might conflict with them wanting to go to a comic convention on O’ahu, but maybe we could find another one to go to somewhere else.
“I thought you weren’t keeping them.” There was no judgment in her voice, but there was a little worry.
“Auntie, I’m not going to give up anything to be with them. I’ve worked too hard,” I assured. Also, I feel like they’d never ask that of me.
“Good.” She stood and got some cookies and brought them back to the table. They were little shortbread cookies that she bought at the farmer’s market.
Absently I reached for one. “I can’t ask them to give up their jobs either. It’s not like they can relocate to somewhere closer.”
“Can’t they just change hockey companies and work here?” she asked, taking a bite of a cookie.
