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ZAK
Like I said, give her time. Anyway, better go and do some studying. Can’t pick you up in the morning, Mum needs her car. See you at the gate usual time?
MADDY
Yes. Night Zakky ??
ZAK
Fuck is that my new name now!!!
MADDY
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ZAK
Night gorgeous girl. See you in the morning.
MADDY
XOXOXO
Maya’s Diary Entry
Poor Will. His long lost dad has appeared, and he has no idea how to deal with it. I’ve stayed at his place the last couple of days, but I have to go into the office tomorrow. I really didn’t want to leave him, though. He’s acting like he’s fine about it, but he isn’t. Especially finding out he has a brother. He says he’s going to think things over for a while before deciding what to do about him. As much as he says he hates the man, I think he’s also curious. Who wouldn’t be?
I’m honoured that he’s shared it all with me. I know Maddy was the one who asked me to go over there, but he was so glad to see me. We seem to be moving at warp speed, but I don’t care. I really, really, like him, and I honestly think he might be the one. I feel like a giggly teenager just thinking that, but I can’t help it.
Staying at his house for the last couple of days felt normal. Like it had always been like that. Maddy is gorgeous and sweet, so nice to me, and I think it’s genuine. She asked me after all. Having sex with her across the landing was difficult, but I think we managed to keep quiet! I hope we did. She’s really happy with her new boyfriend, and he seems like a nice boy. Will seems to like him, which says a lot. I wouldn’t want to be himif he ever hurt Maddy, though. Not so sure Will would be as pleasant to him if he did.
When I go into the office tomorrow, I’m going to ask about home working. That way I could stay at Will’s more. I’ve got my laptop and all I need is a good internet connection and maybe an extra screen. I could see him more often then. Shit. He might not even want to. HAHAHA who am I kidding, he’s mad on me – at least I hope he is. I think he is.
God, I need to stop acting like I’m sixteen. Maddy is more grown up than I am!!!
Chapter Thirty-Nine
Will
Moving along the aisles of the supermarket, my head was definitely not on my weekly shopping list. It was split into three.
First there was my dad and whether I wanted to see him again. Whether I even wanted tothinkabout him again. I had to admit I was curious about him, but was that enough to give him a chance when he didn’t deserve one.
Second there was my daughter. She’d landed it on me that she wanted to go to London for the weekend. To go to a fucking party! With her boyfriend and their friends. I knew I should let her go. That I should encourage her, because if she enjoyed it, well then maybe she’d seriously consider going away to university. It still didn’t mean I wasn’t shit scared about her going partyingwith her boyfriend.
Third, there was Maya. No problems there, other than I didn’t see her often enough. While two hours distance wasn’t massive, it was still too far. It wasn’t a nip around to see her for a quick coffee and chat, distance. Or even a stay overnightand then go to work after morning sex, distance. It was just too bloody far. Especially after having her stay over for a couple of nights. I’d got used to her being there. That had been all it had taken—two nights of her being in my arms and I was lost without her.
All that was why it was difficult to decide between fresh orange with bits or without bits. It was bloody confusing. As for cereal I thought my head might pop. Maddy was obsessed with the amber, green and red symbols on boxes and the cereal that I liked had more red symbols than anything else. The ones with green looked like they’d taste like cardboard.
Moving on to the bread aisle, I was surprised to see Ana, Maddy’s friend pushing a trolley around. I knew that since they’d gone into the sixth form they had a lot of free periods, but Ana did the same subjects as Maddy, and she was at school all day. Looking at her, I could see that she didn’t look well. Maybe that was why she wasn’t at school. Shuffling around and leaning on the trolley, she lingered in front of the bagels, then after a few seconds grabbed some and threw them on top of the rest of her shopping. She hadn’t even glanced at the packaging, so much for red, amber and green.
Manoeuvring my own trolley towards her, I moved up beside her. “Hi, Ana.”
Her head whipped around, and sad grey eyes looked up at me. “Mr Newman.”
“No school today?”
She shook her head, and I noticed how pale she was. Usually, she was made up with her thick eyeliner, mascara and blood red lips, but none of that was present. Instead, I could see her freckles and her youthful complexion. It reminded me how young my daughter and her friends were, trying to take tentative steps into adulthood.
