Page 8 of Sunday Morning
I didn’t care. How much hand did one man need?
“You should teach me to play your guitar.” I turned, lifting it from its stand.
“I don’t think I’ll be teaching you anything.” Isaac stole the guitar from me and returned it to its spot.
When he faced me, I was in his space, or he was in mine. So, I tipped my head back and smiled while jabbing my pointer finger into his chest. “I bet you have a lot to teach because you,” I tapped my finger like a woodpecker, “were in a band.”
His chest was hard, and I wondered if he had tattoos on it too.
“Go slide into Matty’s bed and sniff his pillow. I’ll tell everyone you took two Tylenol and needed a nap. Maybe you can do a better job of not embarrassing yourself in an hour or two. My parents have the croquet set up in the backyard. I’d hate for you to do anything inappropriate with one of the mallets. So sleep it off, Sunday Morning.”
I squinted, but it didn’t help my vision issues. “You were going to get my sister drunk.”
Isaac rolled his eyes. “You’re so ignorant. I wasn’t going to let her drink it. And even if she had taken it, after one sip, she would have spit it out or at least known that it wasn’t just Coke.”
I canted my head. “Your eyes are so dark. And the white part is really white.”
“The sky is blue, and the grass is green. Are there any more brilliant observations you want to discuss before you take a nap?”
“Do you believe in God?”
Isaac returned a blank look. I was unsure if it was a stare-off, but if so, I lost.
“Fine,” I grumbled, stiffly holding my armsout to the side while attempting to walk an imaginary line between Isaac’s room and Matt’s, seeing if I could pass a field sobriety test. Heather’s uncle failed one the previous year.
I failed too.
Collapsing onto Matt’s bed, I curled onto my side with my folded hands tucked under my cheek and fell asleep.
CHAPTER THREE
HUEY LEWIS & THE NEWS, “I WANT A NEW DRUG”
“My bed’sgoing to smell like you. Now, I’m never going to wash my sheets.”
I snapped my eyes open. My mouth was dry, and my thoughts were sluggish.
Matt stood a few feet away from his bed, arms crossed, lower lip trapped between his teeth. I sat up and yawned. My vision was back to normal, and the numbing buzz had disappeared.
“My dad gave me three minutes to check on you.” He looked at his silver watch with a black leather band. “I now have two minutes before he comes looking for me.”
“Where is everyone?” I asked, running my hands through my hair.
“In the backyard. Your parents said they’ll be leavingsoon. What happened during dinner? You were acting weird.”
“If I tell you, can you promise to keep it a secret?”
“Of course.” Matt rubbed the back of his neck.
“After you went outside with our dads, Isaac poured the rest of your Coke into a glass and added alcohol from a flask.”
Matt shrugged. “So what? That can’t surprise you. He’s not exactly a rule-follower. And he’s twenty-four. My parents know he drinks and smokes, but they don’t say anything because they think he earned it after six years in the Army.”
“You didn’t let me finish. Eve wanted a drink, so he started to hand his to her. And I panicked and grabbed the glass, telling Eve it was mine. And then I gulped the whole thing down.”
Matt raised a single brow as if he doubted me.
“By dinner, I was buzzed and numb and couldn’t stop giggling.” I scrunched my nose.