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He smirks and slaps my ass. “With an even filthier, totally fuckable nanny.”
Twenty minutes later there’s a knock on the door.
“You get it,” I whisper.
“You get it,” he counters.
“This is your house. You get it.”
He begrudgingly stands and opens the door.
“Hello, Mr. Masters. I’m Lola.” She smiles and shakes his hand
“Hello, Lola. He replies “Lovely to meet you.” He turns to me. “This is Brielle.”
I smile and she shakes my hand. “Hello, Brielle.”
Oh, she’s gorgeous, naturally pretty, and she’s wearing navy pants with a white shirt.
“Hi, Lola. It’s lovely to meet you.”
She runs her hand over her thighs, obviously nervous, and Will comes down the stairs. Lola looks up at Will and smiles softly when their eyes meet.
Willow is wearing her blue date dress, as well as her heels. She looks absolutely beautiful. Her hair is down and curled, and she has soft makeup on which highlight all her best features.
She walks down the stairs, and Lola watches on. I glance between the two of them and start to feel like I’m having an out of body experience.
My heart beats wildly in my chest as I watch the two of them silently interact with one another.
Oh, my God.
Why didn’t I see this before?
You stupid fool, Brielle.
This isn’t a friendly movie night.
This is a date.
I think Willow might be gay.
I sit in the car outside Will’s school on Monday afternoon. She finishes at 2:00 p.m. today. I’ve been wracking my brain all weekend about how to talk to her about her sexuality. I didn’t say anything to Julian. How could I when I don’t even know if my suspicions are true?
I spoke to Emerson at lunch yesterday about it in great length, and we both came to the conclusion that Willow has to tell me herself. I can’t approach her about it. It may just be a stage and I don’t want to make it a bigger thing than it needs to be. All I can do is support her and be here for her when she needs me.
The school bell rings, and I sit and wait as the children all start streaming out of the school. Eventually, the cars all start leaving. Most of the children are gone, so where is she?
I glance at my watch. It’s now 2:17 p.m.
I wait and I wait.
The parking lot is completely empty now. I call her cell, but there’s no answer.
Where is she?
2:35 p.m.
What the fuck?
