"How was school?" My dad asks me. He sets his briefcase down on the island counter top.
He just came back in from town. Keegan has football practice, and my mom is out grocery shopping. It's just me and him in the house, which hardly ever happens.
"Good." I say nervously. "Why? Did something happen?" My hand tightens around the fridge handle.
"Your Spanish teacher left me a voicemail-" He begins.
I close the refrigerator and turn to face him. "I'd delete it. It's probably the same old..."
"Same old my daughter is doing great?" My dad grins pridefully.
"Yep."
My dad isn't old, but the stress of his responsibilities as mayor have shown in the few gray hairs among his brown waves and the creases around his mouth.
He's a lot more relaxed with me than he is with Keegan. Even my mom is a bit harsher than him.
He is the parent you go to when you've messed up.
"How are you and Deckland doing?" My dad asks. "I haven't seen him around much."
"We broke up." I whisper.
He glances up at me. "Your mother is going to blow a gasket, you know."
"Yeah, it's Mom." I sigh.
I wonder if I should tell him about Jace, but I guess I don't have to.
"Keegan said you're getting involved with Jace Bryer?"
I can't help but roll my eyes. "He's such a tattletale." I groan.
"So that's why you ended things with Deckland?"
I nod.
"I don't know how I feel about that Wynter. The kid has a bad record in this town." My dad says in his reasonable voice.
"Yeah, he's not Hudson, but I like him Dad." I place my hands flat on the island counter.
"Then bring him over." My dad shrugs. "Maybe next Friday-"
"The game is Friday." I blurt.
My father rounds the island and cups his hands to my shoulders. "Then bring him over before the game. I want to meet this guy." He smiles down at me.
I sigh, relieved. I wrap my around him. "What about Mom?" I mutter into his suit.
"I'll figure her out, Wynter." He kisses the top of my head.
Later that evening I lay on my bed when Keegan storms into my room.
I swing my legs over the side of the bed, into a sitting position. "Um, do you not know the function of a door?"
"What the actual fuck Wynter!" Keegan shoves his phone in my face. "Everyone in the locker room was talking about my little sister's..." He frantically waves the phone around.
The picture that Hudson posted glows on the screen. I knock it out the way.
"Hudson's proven himself to be of the vengeful variety of ex's." I mutter.
"You guys broke up?" He frowns.
"Yeah, sometime last week." I admit. "He said-"
"And then he posted this crude shit all over the internet?" Keegan narrows his eyes.
I can literally see the ghost of Big Brother possessing him. He often forgets that we're twins.
"Keegan, I'll deal with it." I try to calm him down.
YOU ARE READING
The World Beyond Us
Teen Fiction"If you and I could get into that car and drive away and never look back, would you?" When Wynter unexpectedly finds herself in a thrilling relationship with Jace, it's begins to become increasingly hard for her to decipher between good and bad, rig...
