Eighteen (18)(39)
I have been babysitting on Saturdays ever since Jill died. Jason always works breakfast and lunch on the weekends and he leaves early in the morning. But Olivia woke up around three AM and didn’t stop crying. When I went into Jason’s room to see what the problem was, he wasn’t there. He never came home. Asshole. I’m so fucking pissed about that. Responsible people don’t stay out all night when they have a baby at home.
And she’s been cranky all day too. I’m just starting to wonder if I should take her temperature and see if she’s sick or something when at ten minutes to seven, Jason walks in looking like total shit.
“Where the fuck have you been?”
“Working,” he sneers, walking into the kitchen. “Foreign concept, I know.” He starts making Olivia a bottle.
“She already has a bottle, Jason. She might be sick.”
“You just make it wrong.”
“OK,” I say, grabbing my purse. “I’m out of here.” I go out the back way, like normal—I don’t like the thought of Jason watching me out the front window as I wait for Mateo. It creeps me out far more than anything that’s happened between me and my teacher. I walk back up the alley to the laundry building and slip through the passageway that leads back to the front.
“Hey, Shannon,” a woman says off to my left.
Shit, that cop chick. I nod and keep walking.
“How’s your niece?’”
“What?” I ask, stopping to turn.
“The baby. I heard her crying today. Is everything OK?”
“Oh, yeah,” I say, letting out a sigh. “She was fussy all day. But Jason’s home now, he’ll get her to sleep. He’s good at it.” He is too. I have to reluctantly admit that.
“Good to hear,” she says. “See you around. Don’t get in any trouble tonight.”
“Right,” I say, just as Mateo’s car pulls up on the far side of the quad. It’s the red Camaro I saw in the garage and it’s rumbling like a monster. He gets out and walks around to the passenger side, opening my door for me. I take him in, I can’t help it. He’s wearing a black t-shirt, leather jacket, jeans and boots. Same old, same old. But for some reason, he looks different.
“Subtle,” I say, motioning to the loud-as-fuck car and slipping into the seat. I catch a smile as he closes the door and watch him under the streetlights as he walks around to his side and gets back in.
“Did you eat?” he asks.
“No.”
“Doesn’t that fuck feed you?”
I scoff. “Why would he?” And then I sigh again. Jesus, I’m in a bad mood. “He does give me money sometimes. But the only food he buys is formula for Olivia. I guess he eats at the restaurant.”
“What restaurant?” Mateo asks, pulling away from the curb and flipping a bitch to head back towards West Street.
“Oh, I don’t even know. I guess he works somewhere over by Disneyland. He’s a chef.”
“He’s a chef?” Mateo says with disbelief.
“Yeah, why?”
“Nothing. Just interesting.”
“Where are we going?” I ask, a few blocks later when he gets on the freeway.
“Crescent Bay in Laguna.”
“Why so far? We could just go to the fire pits at Huntington.”
“You can’t see the stars in Huntington. Even with a new moon.”
“You’re taking me to see the stars?” I have to look away to hide my smile.
“So you wanna eat before or after?”
“Dinner too?”
He laughs. “God, Shannon. You act like you’ve never been on a date before.”
“This is a date?”
“Isn’t it?” he asks, squinting at me. “I guess I wasn’t clear.”
I stay silent for a few seconds, mulling this over. I hadn’t really thought about it as a date. “Well, wow.”
“Wow what?”
“I just didn’t expect it, that’s all.”
“You thought I was a fuck-’em-and-forget-’em kind of guy? You don’t listen very well, do you?”
“I hear you, Mateo. I just don’t believe you.”
“Fair enough. Everyone’s got baggage. But you have to believe in someone eventually. It might as well be me.”
“You lied last night. You had me freaking out that you were in my bedroom touching me while I was sleeping.”
“It turned you on. You can admit it, you know.”
“It freaked me out, Mateo.”
“Sure did,” he says. “It freaked you out so much you got on my bike ten minutes later. It freaked you out so much you agreed to go on a date with me. So why did you do those things if you think I’m creepy?”