The Anatomy of a Complicated Love

The Anatomy of a Complicated Dinner

"May I ask a question?" Noah spoke out through all of his laughter.

"You can ask a million if you would like." I giggled. I skipped ahead of him and spun around once we got out of 500 hall, also known as weed valley.

"Why do they call it weed valley?"

"It's a funny little story actually. A long time ago, about the mid 90's, a group of kids had gotten busted for weed in their lockers. At least 30 students all in 500 hall. The school was trying to figure out how they were getting all this weed, it must have been hard to smuggle all of that into school, right?"

Noah nodded in agreement and waited for me to continue.

"It turns out that all the kids were art students, they were getting it from an art teacher who grew a garden at the school. But the teacher was growing more than carrots and tomatoes. They were selling weed, one leaf, three dollars. Which is quite a steal in my book. But of course, they got busted. The teacher went to jail and the student's got kicked out. But the weed is still here. Hidden inside the walls of 500. No one knows but the students."

"That makes a lot of sense." He chuckled.

"Stick with me and you will learn somethings."

"Planning on it."

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"I'm home!" I yelled as I got through the doorway, making sure to lock it right behind me.

"Olivia?" My dad yelled back, he was possibly in his study, he never seemed to be anywhere else. "Who else would it be father?" I through my bag onto the floor and took off my jacket, making sure that it was nice and neatly on the coat hanger.

"No one, just stay there, I need to talk to you." Heavy feet went through the house as my father walked. His head poked through out of the hallway and a smile brightened his face. "I need you to look nice." The rest of his body stepped out of the hallway and was in full view.

"Don't I always?" I struck a pose in all of my sweatpants wearing glory. My dad let out a little chuckle and walked over to me, he put his hands on my cheeks and kissed my forehead. "We have a dinner date with the new chief judge of California and her son, and the lawyer with all those adds on T.V. and his son. Look presentable, maybe wear a dress, maybe some makeup would be nice." He gave me another smooch on the forehead and left for his study.

"Don't I have a say in this?" I yelled after him.

"My house, my rules!"

"This is bullshit." I muttered under my breath.

"I heard that!"

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I looked one more time in the mirror, the dark red dress fit perfectly at my waist and flared out, stopping mid-thigh. My chunky black wedges were perfectly polished. I moved a piece of hair that had escaped the bun in the back of my head and tucked it behind my ear. I touched up my cherry red lipstick and walked downstairs.

"Took you long enough." My dad fixed the cuff to his tux and gave one of his award-winning smiles to the mirror. That smile was one of the reasons he is mayor. I grabbed the clutch that was sitting on the couch and gave a sarcastic laugh. "Are you driving or am I?"

"I would rather actually go to the restaurant. It sure would be a pity if I had died on my way to eat."

"I don't even drive that bad!" I yelled in my defense.

"And Stevie Wonder just needs to open his eyes." He snatched the keys that were dangling from my hands and walked out of the house without looking back. I rolled my eyes at how much he acted like a child. I flicked the light off and shut the door behind me as I walked out.

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"Are we late?" I whined as I hopped out of the car and hobbled to the entrance of the restaurant. "I can't believe we got lose!" I yelled at my father as he got out of his side of the car and walked side by side next to me. "They can understand, I am the mayor." He chuckled as he pulled open the door. The sudden fragrance of expensive food flooded my nostrils.

It was better than anything I had ever smelt before.

"I think I'm going to be a terrible hostess, I'm going to be too busy stuffing my face with food." I whispered to my dad as we approached the table.

My heart stopped.

My feet stopped knowing how to work as I stood in the gaze of someone I didn't ever want to see again. A pair of cloudy blue eyes caught me in their sight. A slight smirk showed on his lips.

"We need to stop meeting like this Kitty."