But one thing’s for certain.
Karma’s a bitch.
6
Owen
I don’t know what I’m expecting when I climb into my car, then check my phone after finishing the paperwork for the new gym teacher in the school’s office, but a message from Slytherin4ever sure as hell isn’t it.
Slytherin4ever: Sounds like you dodged a bullet to me. Maybe two, if you include the girl you’re still pining after. What’s she like? Do you really think she’s worth the effort? And I think the most important question is: what house does your kid belong to? Or has he not received his admission letter to Hogwarts yet?
My amusement mingles with regret as I reread the message.
What’s Saylor like?
She’s stubborn. Sexy. Soft. Patient.
And she’s hurting. Bad.
Because of me and the shit I put her through.
With a sigh, I turn the key in my ignition, then drive home without replying. But the question runs through my mind for the rest of the day. Once an exhausted Grady is tucked in bed with the lights off, I give in and answer Slytherin4ever.
OD: Unfortunately, no. A wise woman once told me to wait until my son’s at least ten before taking the sorting hat quiz online, and I’d be a fool to argue with her logic. After all, he won’t be receiving his admission letter until then, anyway, and it could jinx it.
Slytherin4ever: Wise, huh? Sounds controlling to me. Would this woman be the same one you’re refusing to tell me about?
OD: I’m not refusing.
Slytherin4ever: Just deflecting.
Someone’s touchy today, I note.
Collapsing onto my bed, I roll onto my back and press my weight against the headboard.
OD: I’m not trying to. It just feels a little weird to talk about her to you.
Slytherin4ever: It SHOULD feel weird to you. If she means so much to you, you probably shouldn’t be talking to me at all. You should be talking to her.
OD: I’ve tried.
Slytherin4ever: And?
OD: And I keep saying the wrong things.
The conversation from earlier today replays in my head like a bad movie before I shove it aside and type another question to Slytherin4ever.
OD: So why are you on here wasting your time talking to me when you’re obviously good at keeping a conversation interesting?
Slytherin4ever: I’m not sure why I’m on here anymore.
OD: What do you mean?
Slytherin4ever: Exactly what I said. I shouldn’t be on here. And I sure as hell shouldn’t be messaging you.
I can’t disagree with her. She’s probably right. Whatever we have isn’t going to go anywhere. I want someone else, and if she’s looking for a relationship, or anything other than a platonic friendship, she won’t find it here. But it’s the animosity in her message that piques my curiosity enough to push her.
OD: Why not?