Written by: Rosemary Wakelin
The call went straight to MessageBank. Jacques thought it odd. As a rule, his Mum always answered… like embarrassingly so. So where was she? More importantly, how did she react when she saw her bended fender? He could just picture her horrified expression. Her distempered dog impersonation, he called it, all feral, flared nostrils and gnashing teeth. Jacques shivered and left his Mum a message to call as soon as.
He recognised her voice immediately. Emily.
Jacques shot up from the seat and spun to her, almost dropping his phone in the process. She stood there straight, draped in the near full moonlight looking so damn hot in her skin-tight mini-dress and her super high-heeled shoes. How chicks managed to walk in them, he had no idea. He was just glad Emily could. His heart slammed against the back of his throat and his insides liquefied into a delightful mush.
“The party’s totally mad,” she said with just the right amount of eye-rolling. “You should be in there.”
Jacques stuffed his moist, clumsy hands, along with phone, into his back pockets. “Umm… just had to check up on someone.” His cheeks flushed hot and he prayed she didn’t notice.
Emily moved closer. A soft, sweet scent surrounded her, reminding Jacques of his grandad’s cool citrus orchard.
“I hope they’re ok.” She had the voice of angels and he sighed. He then cringed at his ridiculously cheesy thought. Cool it, Jacques, before you make a total jerk of yourself.
“Oh… yeah… she’s fine.”
He swore. Had he just made out there was another girl in his life? “I mean…my mum… she’s well… well… she’s fine.” Yep, Jacques, you’re totally killing this conversation… NOT!
Emily smiled. “Coming back inside?”
He waved his hand, pictured a dead jellyfish as he did. “Nah, have to get home to the fam.”
Her ruby-red lips pouted as she slowly ran her long red fingernail down his shirtfront. His insides just became a whole lot mushier. “Okay, then,” she said. “But before you go, can I ask something?”
Anything. Jacques managed a small nod.
“You’ve heard about the latest physics comp, right?”
Another slight nod.
‘You’re so smart with all that E= mc2 stuff.”
He shrugged. “I’m okay, I guess.”
“You entering it?”
“Nah, too much of a grind.”
She fell silent for a short time appearing disturbingly serious. Had he disappointed her? “My dad has such high expectations… says I have to win it.”
“I can help you,” Jacques said a little too quickly.
Emily’s pretty sea-green eyes lit up, swelled wide. “That’d be so cool.”
Jacques decided on walking home. Not that he had much choice. Three more attempts to ring his mum, failed. Was she all right?
Car brakes squealed still beside him.
The way this guy kept turning up in the most unlikely places, was becoming a little too freaky.
“Need a ride?” he said.
“Worried about your mother?”
“She’s at my house as we speak.”