Mismatched

Truth or Truth (Resumed by Jason)

A few days later, Hera's parents invited me over to their place for a meeting to find out what my "intentions" were with their precious little daughter after school ended.

But no time to worry about that now, it was time to smash through today's school schedule.

I headed to my first class with a quivering lip.

"What's the matter, JJ?" Hera asked, concerned.

"Now how do I put this...? My lip is quivering because I gotta go see your parents again after school, Hera," I answered.

Hera was shocked at what I had just said. "My folks...want to meet with you...again...?"

I slowly nodded. "Mm-hmm."

"Damn, really...?" she said. "Good luck with that."

"Excuse me, am I interrupting your conversation?" our AP Calculus teacher Mr. Fox, who was tough-as-nails, asked. "I'll wait."

We immediately stopped talking as almost the entire class turned their heads towards us.

"N-no, Mr. Fox," I answered immediately. Damn... So much for trying to be discreet, I thought.

I turned to Hera. "Sorry, Hera, but the convo is gonna have to wait," I told her. Then, I turned back to Mr. Fox. "Please, continue."

After Hera and I fell silent, Mr. Fox began with the lesson in which there was an assessment for.

***

Immediately after school, I decided to at least look decent for the meeting. Not too dressy, but not too messy; I want to make a good impression, so I can't fuck this up. If I rock this meeting, victory is mine.

As soon as I got all pampered up and all that jazz, I drove to Hera's place to finally see her parents again. And when I arrived at her place and got out of my 'Stang, her parents were standing right there outside the house. With each step I took toward the house, I felt more and more uneasy.

"So, we meet again, Mr. and Mrs. Washington," I said with the slightest bit of nervousness, even though I tried so hard not to let it show.

"Hey, what's the matter?" Mrs. Nguyen asked. "Last time we saw you, you weren't like this."

"I don't know, Mrs. Nguyen," I answered. "I'm just all kinds of nervous about the whole thing..."

"As you should be, nerd," Mr. Washington replied.

"MALCOLM!"

"Please don't call me that, Mr. Washington," I moaned. "Your daughter's been calling me that for the past two months. I don't need another scuzzball baggin' on me."

Mr. Washington rolled his eyes. "Get used to it," he said. "I'm gonna keep calling you that."

"Don't," Mrs. Nguyen told him, "because it isn't your place to, babe."

"Yes, dear," Mr. Washington moaned as he led me to the dining room, where I had first met them. And right then and there, I had some pretty bad flashbacks of it; Hera slapping me in the jaw, Mr. Washington being so pissy, and Mrs. Nguyen being so adamant.

"So tell me, Mr. Davis, Jr., what are your intentions with my daughter?" Mr. Washington asked. "Why do you really want her as your girlfriend?"

WHOA! Did he just call me "Mr. Davis?"

"I assure you, Mr. Washington," I said, afraid for my life, "to make up for everything I've done, I only intend to please your daughter and cater to her every want and need." Honest enough.