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Authors: Aubrey Gross
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sheets and pillow that smelled like Matt.
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Present Day, Del Rio, Texas
Jenn opened an iTunes playlist, trying not to think about Matt, his unexpected visit last night, or the morning after their little…whatever it was…ten years ago. As she opened her internet browser and began searching teaching forums for lesson plan ideas, she rolled her eyes at the song that began playing.
To be fair, she still loved Jann Arden’s “Insensitive,” it’s just that that was the song she’d had on repeat on the way back to Del Rio that morning.
Seriously. Her music wouldn’t even let her escape the memories.
“Ugh,” she said as she clicked over to iTunes and changed the song. Only to have Ed Sheeran’s “Kiss Me” come up next.
“You have got to be kidding me.”
She checked the playlist she’d selected. Yup, she had indeed pulled up one of her random playlists that she’d labeled “Work” and sighed before clicking the next arrow.
Which brought up Neon Trees’ “Sleeping with a Friend.”
“Oh. My. God.”
Click. “Going Under” by Evanescence. Slightly better, suitably angry.
Jenn opened her browser back up and started perusing the lesson plan forums in earnest.
Even though classes didn’t begin until mid-August, she liked to have her lesson plans finalized by the end of July in order to give herself time to get materials and teaching aides collected and organized. She taught a mix of students, from those whose native language was Spanish to the pre-AP kids who needed more challenging material. Creating lesson plans that suited such a broad spectrum was both challenging and enjoyable.
And, yes, she had a bit of a soft spot for young adult novels.
Most of the schools in Texas recommended the same reading lists for middle school, with some variations between districts and grade levels. This morning she was hoping to nail down her reading lists for the year so she could start working on lesson plans.
As “Going Under” switched to Mumford and Sons’ “Little Lion Man,” Jenn’s mind drifted back to the night before. After finishing supper, they’d sat in silence and watched the ballgame. She’d wanted to ask him questions dozens of times, things like, “Is it weird not being out there every five days?” to “How’s your head really doing?” to “Who’s your least favorite batter to face?” It was hell having a five-time Cy Young Award winner sitting on her couch and not being able to ask him questions.
But she couldn’t.
Self-preservation was a bitch sometimes.
So instead of asking him the questions she wanted to ask him or even making idle chatter, she’d sat there in stony silence, her body rigid and burrowed deep into her corner of the couch. She was vaguely aware of the Wranglers winning, and of the shortstop getting a shaving cream pie in the face, but that was about it. She couldn’t even say who the winning pitcher was, mainly because of the pitcher on her couch occupying all of her head space.
Damn him.
She shook her head as if to clear it and went back to researching reading lists. She chuckled at the suggestion of Curveball: The Year I Lost My Grip by Jordan Sonnenblick, not familiar with the book but thinking the title was quite timely. Jenn opened up another browser tab and searched for it via Amazon, read the description and laughed out loud.
Seriously? A young pitcher who loses his baseball career due to a freak accident, who’s now trying to figure out what his life is after baseball? Hell, she could have her kids read the book and then bring in Matt afterwards for a real-life discussion of freak accidents and life after baseball.
She snorted and muttered, “Yeah, right, like Matt would ever agree to that.”
Or like you would want to spend the extra time with him anyway.
Unfortunately, though, the idea had popped into her head and she knew it would be stuck there until she got an answer either way.
Crap.
And the hell of it was, it was a good idea.
#
Present Day, Del Rio, Texas
Jenn opened an iTunes playlist, trying not to think about Matt, his unexpected visit last night, or the morning after their little…whatever it was…ten years ago. As she opened her internet browser and began searching teaching forums for lesson plan ideas, she rolled her eyes at the song that began playing.
To be fair, she still loved Jann Arden’s “Insensitive,” it’s just that that was the song she’d had on repeat on the way back to Del Rio that morning.
Seriously. Her music wouldn’t even let her escape the memories.
“Ugh,” she said as she clicked over to iTunes and changed the song. Only to have Ed Sheeran’s “Kiss Me” come up next.
“You have got to be kidding me.”
She checked the playlist she’d selected. Yup, she had indeed pulled up one of her random playlists that she’d labeled “Work” and sighed before clicking the next arrow.
Which brought up Neon Trees’ “Sleeping with a Friend.”
“Oh. My. God.”
Click. “Going Under” by Evanescence. Slightly better, suitably angry.
Jenn opened her browser back up and started perusing the lesson plan forums in earnest.
Even though classes didn’t begin until mid-August, she liked to have her lesson plans finalized by the end of July in order to give herself time to get materials and teaching aides collected and organized. She taught a mix of students, from those whose native language was Spanish to the pre-AP kids who needed more challenging material. Creating lesson plans that suited such a broad spectrum was both challenging and enjoyable.
And, yes, she had a bit of a soft spot for young adult novels.
Most of the schools in Texas recommended the same reading lists for middle school, with some variations between districts and grade levels. This morning she was hoping to nail down her reading lists for the year so she could start working on lesson plans.
As “Going Under” switched to Mumford and Sons’ “Little Lion Man,” Jenn’s mind drifted back to the night before. After finishing supper, they’d sat in silence and watched the ballgame. She’d wanted to ask him questions dozens of times, things like, “Is it weird not being out there every five days?” to “How’s your head really doing?” to “Who’s your least favorite batter to face?” It was hell having a five-time Cy Young Award winner sitting on her couch and not being able to ask him questions.
But she couldn’t.
Self-preservation was a bitch sometimes.
So instead of asking him the questions she wanted to ask him or even making idle chatter, she’d sat there in stony silence, her body rigid and burrowed deep into her corner of the couch. She was vaguely aware of the Wranglers winning, and of the shortstop getting a shaving cream pie in the face, but that was about it. She couldn’t even say who the winning pitcher was, mainly because of the pitcher on her couch occupying all of her head space.
Damn him.
She shook her head as if to clear it and went back to researching reading lists. She chuckled at the suggestion of Curveball: The Year I Lost My Grip by Jordan Sonnenblick, not familiar with the book but thinking the title was quite timely. Jenn opened up another browser tab and searched for it via Amazon, read the description and laughed out loud.
Seriously? A young pitcher who loses his baseball career due to a freak accident, who’s now trying to figure out what his life is after baseball? Hell, she could have her kids read the book and then bring in Matt afterwards for a real-life discussion of freak accidents and life after baseball.
She snorted and muttered, “Yeah, right, like Matt would ever agree to that.”
Or like you would want to spend the extra time with him anyway.
Unfortunately, though, the idea had popped into her head and she knew it would be stuck there until she got an answer either way.
Crap.
And the hell of it was, it was a good idea.
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