The Bad Boy's Heartbreaker

Three// Why did I agree to this?

I attached Allison's pic somewhere up there^! (Played by Emma Roberts)

The thing about group project is it's common to have one person doing all the work whilst the other just simply do nothing. I've always been the person who does all the work, and had no problem with that. But in this case, it's a whole lot of different story.

For the last hour and a half, I've been doing a research about cells and whatnot. In the other hand, Mr. McPopular here have been snacking on chips and complaining about everything. Imagine my stress as I read through un-understandable scientific words and having to hear him talk.

"Are you done?"

"For the hundredth time, no I'm not." I say I pulled back some hair to the back of my ear.

He pops a chip into his mouth beside me, "When will you be done? Next decade?"

"Why don't you do it, then?" I snap, as I turn my face to look at him. He looks completely calm and careless - which somehow made me pissed.

"Because I don't want to." He simply says as he picks up the remote and flicks through the channel.

I close my laptop and shove it inside my bag feeling extremely tired and pissed off. So much for a group project, huh?

"You know what? I'm going home." I inform as I stand up and walk to the front door.

"Don't forget to close the door!" I heard him scream from the living room, what a total jackass.

I close the door with a bang and jog to my car so that I wouldn't get cold. As I peel away from the McAdam's house, a silver Mercedes park in front of the house. I slow down in curiosity and roll down the window - but not to low so nobody could see me. A man with a suit came out of the car, from what I can see he has the same brown hair like Dylan's, but darker, I can't really see his face.

Why do I care anyway?

I roll up the window and was greeted by Adam - the 32years-old security guard at my house. We greet each other and I drive past the gate and into the minimalistic house. My face scrunches up in confusion as I park my car in my usual spot, right beside my Dad's car.

Is he home? But this is a Monday, he's never home on a Monday - actually, he's never really home on a daily basis, only weekends sometimes. Is something wrong? I start asking questions to myself about why he's here. That's when I realize, it's his house, therefore he can come home anytime he wants. Maybe I just wasn't use to see my father's car whenever I come home. I lock my car and walk to the door, greeted by Amy - the housekeeper - who was cleaning the window, well that was new.

"Your father has been looking for you." She informed me with a warm smile. Why was my dad looking for me? I start worrying and think about bad scenarios that can possibly happen.

A hand appears on my shoulder, I look back and was greeted with the dark eyes of Amy's. "Don't worry, it isn't something bad."

Although Amy could be kind of lazy and weird sometimes, she's like a big sister I never had. She's more than a housekeeper, you know. She's not that old - 29 to be precise.
She was there when my mom left when I refuse to eat nor go out from my room, all I did was cry and cry. And I was grateful to have her in my house.

I sigh. "I hope so."

I walk past the living room and to the kitchen, to see my dad sitting on the island counter still with his business attire, holding a cup of what seems to be filled with coffee. My dad doesn't drink - not even after the divorce - instead, he filled himself with caffeine and obviously work. He probably bleeds caffeine now.