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Training has just ended and I'm packing my things away in my gym bag.

"Goodbye Derek!" I shout and rush out the door.

In the distance, I see Zac walking out the gate.

He walks?

Frowning I run up to him.

"Zac!" I shout.

He turns around with a frown.

"You want a ride?" I ask.

"Nah," he says and turns around without another word.

As he keeps walking I await for him to turn back around but he doesn't.

Huffing, I stomp my feet, running after him.

"What's your problem?" I ask grabbing his arm to stop him.

It's then when I realise he has new cuts on his hands.

I frown, but don't mention it, since he'll just ignore the question again.

"I want to go home, alone," he says.

"Is that your only problem," I say, crossing my arms, raising my brows.

"Yes," he huffs and continues to walk.

"Fine, I'm just trying to sort out whatever we have against one another!" I shout and walk towards my car.

When I'm in my car I make sure to speed when I drive past him.

***

"Can you pretty please ask your dad when he's going on a business trip again?" Sarah gives me the puppy dog eyes.

"Why?" I whine.

It's currently twelve pm and none of us are tired enough to be sleeping right now.

"We need to throw a party for Edward," she states.

"You mean Sunday?" I ask.

"Yeah, but we'll throw it on Saturday, since we'll all be packing on Sunday for the trip next week," she says.

Nodding, we both head downstairs.

Just then, he walks in the house, trying to stay quiet.

When I turn the light on, his hair is a mess and so is his tie.

"You are seeing someone!" I whisper shout.

My dad's eyes widen and Sarah just snickers.

"I thought you were asleep," he says.

"And why are you here?" He asks.

"I'm here because my mom is fighting with my dad and I asked you if I could stay the night," Sarah frowns.

"Oh right, I forgot," he nods.

"But the question we all want to know is, how long has this been going on," I frown.

My dad hasn't been seeing anyone since my mother had cheated on him when I was ten, which means it's been seven years.

"For about a month now," he says sheepishly.

"We're happy for you, Mister," Sarah grins and hugs him.

"Goodness, you stench of perfume," she pulls her face in disgust.

He just laughs and heads upstairs.

"I'm just glad he stopped lying," I sigh.

"You didn't ask him about the party," she reminds me.

My eyes widen and I rush upstairs.

Just before he enters his room I call him.

"Hey, can we throw a party on Saturday for Edward's birthday," I grin.

"I thought that was Sunday," he frowns.

"We have a trip to pack for, remember?" I remind him.

"Oh right, sure, I have things to do anyway," he grins.

"Oh and, Emma," he says as I'm about to leave.

I turn around and give him my full attention.

"Not one word to Sam, I still have to ease the idea of me seeing someone,"he says.

"Of course, my lips are sealed," I grin.

"I'm happy for you," I run and hug him.

"Sarah was, right, you stench of perfume," I cringe.

"Yeah, I bought her a bottle, but it broke," he chuckles.

"Goodnight," I say and I run back downstairs.

"Party is a go!" I grin at Sarah.

"Now we just need to inform the others," she grins.

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