The Coach's Daughter

Chapter 20

Alex, Ben, and Henry woke me up the next morning. Quite abruptly I might add.  

They had decided as a group to jump on my bed. While I was sleeping ON my bed. Great friends, huh?  

I had been flopped onto the floor, which knocked the wind out of me. The boys all were laughing.  

I tried to give them my best death glare, but started laughing as well. Their laughter was contagious.  

Once we calmed down, the guys started peppering me with questions.  

"Where'd you go?"  

"What'd you do?"  

"Did he kiss you?"  

"Are you gonna go out again?"  

"Did he ask you to be his girlfriend?"  

"Do you like him?" 

"GUYS!" I screamed. They all got quiet. "First of all, you all sound like girls. One question at a time please. Ben first. I assume Ben filled you in on what was going on?" Henry and Alex nodded.  

"Where did he take you?" Ben asked.  

"Delilah's Diner, and then the ice cream shop," I replied, smiling.  

"Did he kiss you?" Henry questioned with wiggling eyebrows.  

"Yes," I replied. I thought back to last night. It was amazing.  

"Is he a good kisser?" Henry asked. I looked at him like he was crazy.  

"One: I'm not answering that. Two: why do you want to know?" I answered.  

Henry just blushed.  

"Did he ask you out again?" Alex asked.  

"Not exactly," I replied.  

"What does that mean?" They asked simultaneously.  

"He asked me to be his girlfriend, so that 'not exactly' was correct," I said quickly.  

"Did you say yes?" Henry questioned. I gave him a 'are you stupid' look. "Alright, dumb question of course you did. Moving on."  

We chuckled, and sat there talking for a little while. I checked my phone for any messages. None.  

Soon enough Henry was whining. "I'm hungry. Anna," he batted his eyelashes, "will you pretty please make breakfast?"  

"Um, when don't I make breakfast on the weekends?" I questioned.  

"I don't know. But I didn't know how long you would stay up here, instead of in the kitchen cooking breakfast," Henry joked.  

"Watch it Smith," I said, calling him by his last name. The four of us walked downstairs.  

Looking around the house, I saw no signs of my father. Maybe a note in the kitchen, I thought. Going into the kitchen I saw no note. I was getting worried.  

"Guys, did my dad ever come back last night?" I called out. They were in the other room playing on the Xbox.  

All I heard were the guys laughing.  

"Henry, Alex, Ben, did my dad come home last night?" I asked again. 

There were a few "umms," and fake coughs. I was NOT in the mood.  

"Benjamin Riley Wilson, Henry David Smith, and Alex Christopher Hudson, did my father ever come home last night?!" I practically screamed.  

The three looked at me with wide eyes. I rarely use all three of their full names at once.