Jesus Christ I don't think there's ever been a time when my heart skips so many beats that my legs are trembling to no ends and it feels like someone's watching me. That's how it's been for the last few minutes since dad disappeared upstairs. The whole standing-in-the-kitchen thing freaked me out but you've got to admit, dads are always like that. Though you can't really blame him right? A man whose served his time in the military from the time he was 24 up to now, shooting guns, taking enemy soldiers hostage, ranking up, dad's been through a lot wouldn't you agree?
"Come on dad," I mutter to myself, pressing my head onto the seat-belt strap. The sun beams its shimmering glow through the transparent window shield before heat spills onto my thighs. I'm not in a hurry to stay, rather I'd like to get the hell out of here before Jonah changes his mind and comes back for me. Jonah I think to myself before sighing deeply underneath my crushed hopes and dreams. I miss his beautiful smiles already, his sense of elegant manners around me, even his sudden protectiveness over me. No one can compare to someone as admirable as him. Damn it, I really am falling in love with a guy I don't know anything about. His mysterious friends keep me at a close distance from him, especially that blonde guy though I'm pretty sure I know who he is by now. Devan, maybe? The guy who fought with Wade before my family even arrived here in Charlotte.
It makes sense seeing how he's in a gang and he's got members just like Wade and Jonah. Although he hasn't revealed any of this to me yet, sometimes I wish that things could have gone differently. You know not freaking out about his......bloody, gushy wound. Ugh, just thinking about it gives me goose bumps, and it's like really hard to make me cry unless you know someone's trying to rape me, kidnap me, or force me to shoot an innocent bystander then yeah, nothing gets by me!
A few seconds after my deep depression, dad comes storming through the doors with a sliver buttoned up shirt tucked underneath his tight black belt and tight jeans. He looks very distinguished for a 39 year old man. His dark brown hair is combed back with gel keeping it nice and silky smooth. Rushing to the driver's side, he quickly fixes his hair before turning on the engine and readying the car to back out of our driveway. I hide a smirk underneath my sweater so dad can't tell, but somehow between changing lights I feel his eyes glued onto me a few times.
"Someone's happy today, something good about to happen at school or something?" I drop my mouth and proceed to lay back against my seat before biting down on my lips. It's not that I don't want to tell him about Jonah or the party this upcoming Sunday, it's just that this area is know considered dangerous so going out with friends is already out of the question.
But I still want to go no matter what anyone tells me. Not even if mom orders me to stay home. Besides Sundays are like good luck charms to me. No matter what mood I'm in, the sun is booming through my thick curtains, offering chirping birds and giddy people locking arms with their lovers. There's no crime on lazy Sundays, nothing but dad's heavy cheering and shouting as his favorite hockey team scores big points or when mom's up at night watching her fav football team racing against the clock towards the end of the field. Whatever activity you can think of, that's what most people do on lazy Sundays in California.
No if, than, but's about it. Clearly though, dad isn't going to drop this subject so easily. Just giving him a simple nod or a head shake isn't going to exactly cut it for him and I know that. So being the cool and somewhat rebellious child that I am, I suck in the car's fresh air and look towards my well-distracted father before the loose words form from my mouth. "Actually, I was wondering if you and mom wouldn't mind me going to this....party this....Sunday?" Crap, what the heck did I just say? Clapping a hand over my mouth, my face flusters with my sub-conscious boiling over its limit. Stopping the car at yet another red light, dad shifts in his seat uncomfortably before exhaling air from his mouth. "Is that all?" He finally says, looking at me with his squared shaped glasses and curling smile. Opening my mouth to form a big 'o' all the energy drains from my face completely.
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