Against All Odds

Chapter 10

Amara P.O.V.

"Wassup kid? You had a good day?" I pushed my shades closer to my face as I buckeled my seatbelt. "Yeah, it was whatever."

"You alright?" I nodded my head yes, as I leaned back into my seat. "Im fine dad." He started up the car, and pulled away from the school's curb.

"How you been? I haven't seen you in a few weeks." I shrugged. "I've been good I gues....what about you?" He smiled as he kept his eyes on the road. "Im good, Im glad to see you."

He looked over at me and smiled, before placing his eyes back on the road. "Yeah...me too...why'd you wanna see me all of a sudden?" He chuckled.

"I can't just want to see my daughter? I have to have a reason to see you now?" I folded my arms across my chest and sighed. "You don't, but something tells me you do."

He chuckled again. "You gotta mouth like ya moms." I nodded. "I know, so are you gunna tell me the real reason why you wanted me to spend the weekend with you??"

He pulled up to a red light and looked over at me. "Besides the fact that you barely spend the weekend with me since Im always busy, I want you to meet someone."

"Who?" I asked, lifting a brow, but I already knew. "A friend of mine?" I nodded slowly. "Is it really important if I meet another one of your producer friends? I mean, I think that can wait." He shook his head.

"It's not one of my industry friends Mara, it's a female friend of mine." "A female friend of yours?" He nodded.

"And why is it so important that I meet her?" He rubbed his chin, trying to find the right words to say to me.

 "Just say it dad." I said, rolling my eyes. "Im not five anymore, you can tell me if your dating someone else now."

He took a small sigh of relief. "Alright well, I have a girlfriend." I leaned up agaisnt the window and nodded. "See? That wasn't that hard....what's her name?"

He chuckled. "Miranda." I slightly rolled my eyes. "Oh...she sounds white? Is she white?" I asked, even though I already knew the answer.

"Half, but what difference does it make?" I shrugged. "It doesn't, I just wanted to know." I sat back in my seat slightly confused, since I had googled a few pictures of this so called chick he was dating, and all that popped up was some young blonde girl. I didn't know who the hell she was, but it's more than obvious now that it's not her.

He sighed. "Look, Miranda's been stayin with me for a few weeks, so my home, is her home, I want you to be on your best behavior and show her some respect, I know she's not your mother, but you still need to respect her ight?"

I rolled my eyes again before nodding my head. "Yeah daddy, sure." "Good." He pulled into the driveway, hitting the locks on the car.

"Remember Mara, watch your mouth." I sucked my teeth as I undid my seatbelt and pushed open my door.

"I'll get your bags, just go inside." I rolled my eyes as I walked up the tile walkway to the front door.

I put my hand on the knob, just about to open the door, when it swung open. I slightly stumbled back and frowned once I seen some lady smiling in the doorway.

"You must be Amara, how are you?" I paused for a second. "Im fine.." I slightly mumbled. "That's good, come on inside." She stepped to the side, motioning for me to come in.

I folded my arms across my chest and stepped inside. I could already feel myself getting annoyed, like who did she think she was inviting me into my dads home like Im some stranger.