Fall Girl

Kev

Ten Years Ago

I was engrossed in talking to Margot on the phone and failed to notice that Dad was standing behind me. I was surprised by the sudden clearing of his throat, so I quickly shifted my attention toward him, asked Mar to talk later, and ended the call.

Dad standing crossing his arms against his chest. "I heard you were telling someone that your dad would be cool about it."

I nodded.

Dad raised his brows. "Would you do the honor to explain exactly what I will be cool about?"

I told him that tomorrow was the last day of summer, and Margot and I were going to their beach house.

Dad asked another question. "For the whole summer?"

I shrugged. "Not exactly, but until the day we complete our treehouse," I replied with a shrug.

Dad turned on his sarcasm. "And when exactly were you planning to tell me that?" 

I raised my phone. "Right after this call."

Dad chin up. "However, it would have been really helpful if you had informed me before confirming with Margot."

I tilted my head. "So, you are not on board with my plan?"

Dad shook his head. "No, I don't see a problem with your plan. But I do have a problem when you don't keep me in loop."

I put my phone in my pocket and ran my hand through my hair. "I know where it's going, but Dad, truly, I had no idea this was going to be a huge deal for you, and if you are not cool with this, I can cancel my trip."

Dad pointed a finger at me. "If you said that to emotionally blackmail me, then it worked."

I chuckled, "God, I'm getting better at this."

At dinner, Dad showed me the letter of acceptance from New York High School. He must have put a lot of effort into getting it, but I choose not to look into that, as I made myself clear a thousand times. There is no way I am going to leave Glisten City, Dad, and Margot. She is more than my best friend, but she doesn't know it. because I never dare to tell her how I feel about her. Especially after finding out, she has a crush on Ian McPhee. Telling her seems useless since I am not even sure about myself.

While having dinner, Dad told me to take Oscar, our dog, with me as he is also going on a business trip.

I put my fork and knife down on plate and looked at him. "And when were you planning to tell me about your trip?"

Dad after swallowing his food. "What do you think is the reason I have forgiven you?"

I sighed and shook my head. "You should be an actor, not a businessman."

After the dinner, I called Sawyer and told him to bring Oscar and my bag the next day, when he would come to pick up Margot.

The last day unfolded as planned but the class seemed to be dragging so I texted Margot and when she looked back, Miss Gwen called her name and asked her opinion about "Two gentlemen of Verona."

Margot began mumbling.

Miss Gwen raised her brow.  "Would you mind turning up your voice?"

Margot cleared her throat. "It is a story about two closest friends who fall in love with the same girl..."

Miss Gwen interrupted. "I'm not asking you to explain the story; I'm asking what you think about it."

Margot looked at me, and I mouthed. "Now Mar."