Handle It

Daddy's Anger

Nick stayed at mine for an hour or two before he had to go do something for Jason, but for the first time in a very long time I was genuinely happy to just be with Nick how we were when we first got together. Even though Nick and I aren't officially back together, I love him and I now know that without a doubt we're meant for eachother but I still wonder why I did what I did with Chase. Speaking of Chase, he and I need to sit down and have a talk about everything we've done and hopefully what I have to say doesn't make him hate me because I genuinely love him as my friend but nothing more, and now I see that.

Im in my kitchen helping my mom clean when I hear the front door shut indicating that my dad is obviously home.

"Be nice London." My mom whispers to me as my dad walks into the kitchen. I roll my eyes and finish drying the dishes while my mom walks over to my dad, kisses him on the cheek, and goes over to the microwave to heat up his food.

"London we need to talk so stop whatever your doing abd come sit at the table." I can just feel my dads eyes burning holes into my back.

"Okay London just stay calm and dont lose your cool, because you know it's only going to end in a screaming match." I think to myself.

I turn around and walk over to where my dad is sitting and take a seat at the table across from him.

Were just staring at one another face to face. His anger just boiling,over and I can just feel what direction this "discussion" is going to go in. I know he wants to talk about Nick and I's relationship and not my suicide attempt. You'd think he'd be more angry with the fact that I tried to kill myself rather than my preference in men. I sometimes wonder if even cares that I almost died.

He clears his throat and puts his hands on the table lacing his fingers together. What is this a business meeting?

Izzy's P.O.V

I was supposed to be packing a bag and getting ready to go over London's house for a sleepover so,we can catch up, but Justin decided that now would be the perfect time to just pop up at my house. Ugh! Sometimes I cant stand him.

"Iz open the door. I dont want to knock because I dont want your mom to answer because you know how she be trippin." Read the text that I just recieved from Justin's dumbass. Like seriously, why must he be so stupid!? I mean dont get me wrong I like the biy and everything but I hate that he is so immature.

I just rolled my eyes and went downstairs to open the door for this idiot. I must admit though he does look good standing in front of me in his dark denim jeans, white v-neck t shirt, fresh red Vans, and his always shiny gold chain around his neck. Too bad im annoyed with him.

"Your dumb, my mom isn't even home." I turn my back on him and head for the stairs.

"What have I told you about being rude to me huh?"

I stop and turn back to him, " Umm nothing."

"I told you If your going to be rude atleast do it in spanish." I roll my eyes and head back towards the stairs but before I reach the first step Justin grabs me by the waist and nuzzles his face into my neck. I giggle as he makes little kisses along me neck.

"Callete idiota antes de dar una palmada en él culo mudó" i get out between giggles, then run upstairs laughing.

"Why you laughing? What did you just say because all I heard was callete la la blah..." I roll my eyes and enter my roim. If only if he only knew I just told him to, " shut up idiot, before I slap your dumbass," he wouldn't be thinking any of that was sexy.

"Why are you here anyway?" I ask him as soon as he walks into my room and close the door.

"Quit being so rude to your boyfriend." He flops himself down onto my bed next to me.