Wrong.
The bigger the mystery she is, the more I want to get caught in her storm.
Thunder rolls, lightning strikes, but Storm Cloud, she stirs.
She stirs up my head and my heart and makes me confused.
She challenges me.
But…fuck.
It can't happen. For a variety of reasons, but mostly because she can't stand me, and I still don't know why.
"She's here," Coop yells, running toward the door. He's got his phone out, ready to record.
I'm regretting not warning her. This could be disastrous.
The doorknob turns, and the door opens, triggering the broom to fall forward, the mask flying at Jade's face.
It's a second before she reacts, letting out an exaggerated gasp and taking a step backward. She grips the door frame for stability, a smile tugging at her lips.
"It worked," Coop yells, holding his hand up for a high-five.
I oblige and tilt my head to Jade, who raises her brows. "Yeah, it did. We scared her so good she's speechless. Come on, before she says something silly like it's time to leave."
"We can't leave, we need to eat dinner," Coop says, gesturing to Jade. "Mom, Mateo and I made dinner."
She closes the door and props the broom back in place. "Is it poisoned?" she asks.
"Shit, kid, we cooked the chicken all the way, right?" I ask with a grin.
"It's really yummy, Mom. Did you know Mateo can cook?"
She shakes her head and follows us to the island. I prop a crutch on the counter and serve up my chicken pasta concoction,
"Where's Liam?" Jade asks.
"Watching film for next season," Coop answers. "I'll bring him a bowl."
He grabs one from the counter, fills it with pasta, and wanders down the hall to Dad's office. He knocks and waits before entering.
"Hey, listen," I say, sitting next to Jade. "I can watch him on Friday night if you need someone."
"He hates going to my mom's," she says. "But she's trying. For real this time, I think." She spins the ring in her lip and takes a bite of pasta.
I don't think she meant to give me that much, but I soak it up.
"Liam said thank you, and it's delicioso."
I laugh at his rough pronunciation but give him points for trying.
"If we're gonna be best friends, I'm going to need to teach you some Spanish," I say.
Jade coughs and narrows her eyes at me.
"Who taught you Spanish?" he asks.
"My abuelo," I say. "That means grandfather."
