Beautiful Tragedy

Fancy You.

Waking up at six in the morning is never easy for anyone, and it isn't easy especially when your whole body is sore and doesn't want to move.

Reluctantly, I got out of bed and grab my casual cloths from my dresser, a galaxy sweater with the matching yoga pants. I put on my black tennis shoes and put my hair up in a sloppy bun.

Grabbing my bag from the foot of my bed, I grabbed my phone, looking in the mirror one last time, I saw dark rings under my eyes. Groaning, I walked down the stairs carefully with whimpers escaping my lips.

"Are you okay Lil?" My dad asks me as I walk into the kitchen, "Yeah, just sore." I reply grabbing a bowel and spoon, sitting down, I looked to my dad, "Can you get the milk and cereal for me?" my eyes forming to the puppy dog look.

"Sure honey," he says reaching onto of the fridge for my favorite cereal and then opening the fridge door and grabbing out the milk, "Thanks daddy." I smile to him, "Is mom already at work?" I question, already knowing she was, I poured the cereal in the bowel.

"Yeah, she left a half hour ago," his voice curt, "So your principle called yesterday and told me about you not showing the new student around the whole school after lunch and then told me that you came home early yesterday because of an accident? Care to explain?" His curiosity showing.

"I didn't show Braden," I growled, "Around the rest of the school after lunch because he was a jerk! A complete jerk! He was so cocky and absurdly lazy, he didn't want to be shown around, he just wanted to sit down and do nothing." I explain.

"And yesterday, I forgot papers at the office for this school event coming up that I have to plan and I was rushing down the hall and saw a sign on the wall and read it passing by and he slammed open the door like there was a rad or something going on and I ran into it and hurt my head and bruised my butt. He was nice enough to help me to the nurses office and go get my things from each class and then bring me home." I say leaving out the carrying me part and holding my hand tracing non-existent lines on my palm and then the kiss.

If my dad found out a teenage boy carried me he would flip and then he would go postal if he found out a guy kissed me.

There would be no good coming from either of those, so I kept my mouth shut and began taking bites of my cereal.

"Oh, well was he good looking?" He asked me, I gasped and choked on my mouth full, "Dad!" I exclaimed, trying to clear my throat of the food stuck in it.

"What?" he looks to me, "Why would you ask that?" I ask grabbing the water bottle from my bag.

"Well you are seventeen, almost eighteen, you should be interested in boys," he then pauses and looks to me, "Or girls, whatever you're interested in, and should be dating." He went on, my cheeks flushed and I thought I was going to die from embarrassment.

"Dad, he is good looking, but he's too arrogant for my taste, and I like boys. But thanks for being open minded about it if I was lesbian." I squeak out. I covered my face as I pushed my bowel aside.

"Well that's good. I'm glad, but maybe Braden," he copied me from earlier, "Is just being a jerk to get your attention."

I snorted at his comment, "Dad, no. That's not possible. He has the whole 'bad boy' image going on. I am not his type." I retort getting up and taking care of my bowel.

"Well you never know, your mom was quiet the bad girl in school and I was just simply the nerd no one liked and look at how things turned out." he gestured around the room smiling.