Bad Ideas

8

Chapter 8

Sunday

Cynthia

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It was sort of weird that my bio dad showed up in town right around the time my stupid parents were planning their fake wedding, for their fake marriage. I didn't really understand why they needed to do such a stupid thing. I know it was about insurance and money and shit, but I still wasn't on board with this plan. 

It felt wrong to watch them dance around each other. I couldn't wait for moms girlfriend to show her face. She was not on board with this plan either. I desperately needed her to help me, help them, decide that this was a bad, bad idea. Which is why I invited her to our family dinner.

Ashton Prescott was a beautiful woman with black short hair and blue eyes. She was heavier set with big boobs and honestly if I was older I'd be really into her. She was just sexy, and nice. More than nice. She was always bringing my mom flowers and buying her jewelry and shit. Ma could do a lot worse than a lady willing to take care of her that's for sure.

I dressed in my black sweatshirt and light blue jeans, pulling my hair up into a hair tie. I went to the kitchen to talk to my mom. She was on her phone to someone smiling and bantering with them, making me smile at her pretty face.  When she hung up she looked at me and smiled with that all knowing motherly way she had about her.

"Hey sweets, that was Kam. Stan's sister is coming with them to dinner tonight. She's staying with them for a few days while Stan's mom is out of town."

I shrugged without saying anything. I wanted to ask how Stan has a sister because he's so old, but didn't bother. I would never admit it, but I was nervous even though I had already hung out with them before. And Stan was hot and buff just like my other dads were which was weird, and oddly gave me hope for myself.

I'm going through a weird stage right now with my teenage years. I want to be hot, but I'm just cute. I want to be a badass, but I'm nerdy. I used to be way worse when I had my braces on. But a few weeks ago I got rid of them. Now the braces were off, but the glasses were still in full force. I cant get eye surgery yet and without them I am blind. So that leaves me looking nerdy, cute instead of hot.

Someday I planned on being hot. For now all I could do was exercise and dress right when around others. I liked to keep my face down and my head in a book just to avoid most people. They always looked at me funny when they saw me. And always had confusion on their faces when I talked and they realized behind this pretty face was a smart person who could eat them alive with words. So keeping my head down was an easy thing to do while in this odd stage of life.

Mom knocked on the house door of my new parents while dad and I checked out their front porch. "This is Kam's parents' old house. The porch wraps all the way around." Dad told me.

"Nice." I nodded, pulling my hair down.

Mom took me to the salon today and I had it cut into a shoulder length shaggy look like Joan Jett 1970 circa. She even let me dye it pitch black. I had my nails done in coffin nails and painted them black to match the new doo. The tips were dipped in lime green.

"I like the black. But the lime was cool." Dad told me, running a hand through the silky ends. "Maybe I'll dye mine lime green."

"No. I won't claim you anymore if you do." I told him, swatting his hand away from my face.

The door swung open with Stan wearing an apron. "Sorry. Shayla left the music on and I didn't hear you guys out here. The only reason I even figured out someone was here was because the cat got scared about something."