Welcome to Tuesday Tales! This week we're writing to the word prompt "angry". I have another snippet from "Someone Like You." When you're done, please hop on over and read the stories of the other Tuesday Tales authors. You'll find them HERE.
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The doorbell jarred her out of her
dreamy mood. It was Corey and Kitty.
“Hi, Sis. Here, breakfast,” Corey said, thrusting a small
bag of donuts into her hands. “Got more coffee?” he asked.
“Sure. Help yourself,” Charlotte said, putting the bag on
the counter.
“How are you? Kitty asked, getting down two mugs. “I mean
after last night?”
“Fine,” Charlotte said, turning away to hide the blush in
her cheeks.
Corey poured the coffee and Kitty added milk to both
mugs.
“Did he walk you home? Did he kiss you goodnight?” she
asked.
Corey held up his hand. “Please! I don’t wanna know.”
“That’s kinda private,” Charlotte said, avoiding their
stares. She took a plate from the cabinet, unpacked and arranged the donuts.
“That means yes, to both,” Kitty said.
Corey picked up a donut and took a big bite.
“I have good news,” Kitty said.
“Oh?” Charlotte raised her eyebrows.
“My dad gave the green light for you to audit Professor
Garrett’s English class,” Kitty continued.
“Oh no. Really? I can’t do that,” Charlotte said, shaking
her head.
“Why not? You’re reading the books on the syllabus
anyway,” Corey said, shrugging his shoulders.
“What’s a syllabus?” Charlotte asked.
“The list of books that are required reading for the
class,” Corey said.
“See? I’m ignorant. No, no. Last night was wonderful. And
I’m sure dinner with him on Saturday will be great until he finds out how
uneducated I am. Then it will be over,” Charlotte said, picking up her mug.
“What?” Kitty practically jumped out of her chair. “We
didn’t do world’s most incredible makeover for you to slink away with some
stupid notion you’re not smart enough for the guy.”
“I thought you wanted him? I mean, you’ve got him, hook,
line, and sinker. I’m a guy
and I know when a guy is hooked. Mark’s got it bad for you. Don’t blow
it by running away.”
“He’ll see through me right away. He’s too good for me,”
Charlotte said.
“I don’t ever want to hear you say that again!” Angry, Corey
pounded his fist on the table. “What would Pop say?”
“Okay, okay. But I’m not his equal. Not intellectually.”
“Yeah? And I bet he can’t refinish a floor or build a
table. So you’re even,” Kitty put in.
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