Dreams

Chapter 2

    

     “1 classic chicken sandwich with no mayo. And a medium Chocolate frosty cold brew.” Wendy's isn't my favorite restaurant but dad gave me money to stop by and get him something to eat. I only have 10 dollars so not much for Wendys and McDonalds. “Is that all?”
     “Yes.” I pulled out the 10 bucks dad gave me and handed it to the cashier. He takes it and hands me back my change. I stand off to the side while I wait for the food. I feel my phone buzz in my pocket. I pull it out and see that it's Calista texting me.
   
                         

                              Cali
 
Hey, come to my
house ASAP. It's important.
  
  I frown. Going to message her back to ask why, a child stumbled up to me. Making me lose my balance and almost falling on my ass. I gather myself and see it's a little girl. Blonde hair in a pink dress. Smiling up at me when a woman grabs her arm and gives me an apologetic look.
    “I'm terribly sorry. She's a bit slippery sometimes…” I sigh and nod. “No harm done.” The woman smiles, showing off her perfect white teeth and pulls the girl away from me. I mentally face-plant myself. Dumb brat. Learn to control your fucking kids. My phone vibrates again.

                                     Cali
 
   Parker. Are you there?
   
                                             What's so important?
 
   I'll tell you once you
  get here ok?
                  
                                         Fine. I'll be there in a
                                        little bit.  I’m at. Wendys                                                                                                
                                       getting my
                                      dad food and a coffee.

     Ok. Just hurry!

     I sigh and place my phone in my pocket. All I wanna do is go home and take a nap. But no, apparently something needs to be discussed ASAP. Probably something dumb like she can't find a certain earring or something else. I pick it up and leave. Pedaling back to the police station.
     Thunder roars in the distance. The bag in my basket with my drink in hand. The dark clouds stroll in making it darker. It's supposed to rain sometime. Or it might just be getting really cloudy. The station is in the middle of town so it's not that far. I pass by some residents. On sidewalks or driving by in their vehicles.
     Cali keeps blowing my phone up about when I'll be at her house.
     The wind picks up to welcome the rain much faster. Fall is mainly the time it storms the most. Not in spring, just in fall.
     I hop off my bike and run inside the station. Some officers stopped me to chat or just to say hello. I reach my dad's office and walk in. He sits behind his desk with his legs crossed examining some files. I toss the sandwich and his change on the table. He looked up and noticed me.
     “Thanks.” He then takes the bag and opens his food. I sigh and toss my finished coffee into his bin that sits beside his desk. “I'm going to be at Cali’s for a bit if that's alright.”
     “Did you do your homework?”
     “Yes.”
      “Did you study for your test tomorrow?”
     I nod. He squinted his eyes. Trying to tell if I'm lying. But he eventually waved me off and ate his food. “As long as thats done then that's fine. Be home by 7.” I scrunch my nose up. Can't go anywhere without him constantly reminding me of that rule.
      “I will dad ok?” I give him a hug and leave his office with a deep sigh. Parents…

     “I don't know what to do! I like him but.” Cali has boy problems now. Jonny asked her to be his girlfriend and now she's freaking out.
     “If you like him then go for it I guess. I mean you're going to the dance with him…” She grabs my shoulders and shakes me violently. “You're not helping!” I shove her away. Now I have a headache.
     “What?! If you like him and he likes you then I don't see a problem! Your both single and your going to the fucking dance together!” She scrunched her nose up and looked to the side. I crossed my arms as we stayed on her bed. She sighs and hops up and leaves her room. I roll my eyes and lay back. It's almost 5:30. I've been here over an hour listening to her meltdown about Jonny. She really does cry a lot when she gets asked out.
     Calista walks back in with a plate full of cookies. Homemade sugar cookies her mother makes. Best in town in my opinion. She sits back down with the plate and I happily snatch a treat. She glares at me. I laugh.
     “You know I can't resist a Briana Reynolds sugar cookie.” She burst out laughing and rolled her eyes. Stuffing her face with her own cookie. “Yeah yeah my mom is the best.” I nod in agreement. Sometimes I wish my mother was around to make me cookies like these. But dad isn't too bad of a cook either.
     I munch on my cookie and finish it in 2 bites. Licking my fingers of the buttercream icing that she puts on all her cookies. Soon Calista finishes her own and grins at me. “Adans hosting another party at his house. And you're going with me.” I squint my eyes. Of course Adan has to throw another one of his dumb parties. And of course Cali will pull me by the hair there.
     “I went to the last one. Can't I have a break?” She scowls. “Come onnnnn! Pretty please!” She pouts, attempting the puppy face. Looks like a constipated cow. I groan. “Fine. But I'm not gonna be there long.” I don't like parties buy if I'll shut her the hell up.    
     “Sureeee.” I frown and throw a pillow at her head. She gasps and throws it back at me. “Jeez, did you have to do that?” She laid back on her bed and munched on another cookie. “Yes I did actually.” I say sarcastically while standing up to stretch. “Well anyway Saturday be here by 6. I got a super cute dress that will look incredible on you.” I frown at the mention of wanting to dress up for a party. Adan's parents usually leave every other weekend and take Ava with them to visit their grandparents in Canada. Adan doesn't like to go so he basically gets his free time and throws parties. Usually the entire 11th grade is there or ¾ of the school.
     “Is the dress appropriate?” I flop back down on the bed. She gets up and goes to her closet. She holds a dark red dress that doesn't have sleeves. The bottom of the dress fades to black and the material looks silky and maybe reaches just above the knees. “It's pretty but I don't like it.” She frowns, placing the dress back in her closet.
     “Of course you don't. You only wear sweatshirts and jeans. Let your feminine side show. Damn.” She walks back over and sits down beside me. “I'll look like fucking hooker in that!”
     “Bad bitch is what I'd call it. I mean come on! Get drunk, get fucked up! Stop being so uptight like your dad!” I scowled at her grin, smacking her head with a pillow. She gasps and pouts. “What the hell! You'll mess up my hair!” I laugh. She cares too much about her hair. “Just wear it! Have fun for once! You don't have to come to the game, but come to the party!” A deep sigh escaped my lips. “Fine. I'll go. But I'm not wearing that.”
     “Yes you are! You're not gonna go to a party looking like a homeless girl! It's a party, do stupid shit. Just stay a virgin the next morning.” I give her a fake smile and roll my eyes. God have mercy on this girl.