Obsessed

seven | runaway

June

"Sir will you answer your phone?" Randun asks.

Maybe I would if the name Don Vatican wasn't displayed on my screen, but lo and behold, it's him. So I won't be doing that. He's probably calling to know my whereabouts and I wont be giving him the details, he'll just have to wait till I get there.

"I think I'm good Randun, I don't feel like engaging in conversation with people that aren't worth my time,"

"I'm assuming it's your father that you speak of sir?" He states.

I quietly laugh in response. He knows me so well.

"Ya know Randun if you were, hypothetically, to ask a girl out, how would you attempt to sway her?"

I watch him eye me from the rear view mirror before clearing his throat, "well...First, hypothetically, I would consider the conseq-"

"I don't give a fuck about that Randun!" I nearly yell.

"Very well then...umm...I guess I would try to get to know her well, see her interests and perhaps if she agrees, set up a date with her using the information I've gained?"

I say nothing in response, what a useless answer. I already know everything about Amirlya, well, mostly everything. I know she works at Steak 'n Shake, she's an only child, her middle name is Ruth, she's really good at writing but very bad at math, she has a beauty mark on her hip, a birthmark on her lower stomach, and loves the fall. I could name a plethora of things about Lya.

Knowing shit about her isn't going to help me get her to give me a chance. How am I supposed to make her agree on a date if she can't even stand being near me?

All Randun, Mo, and stupid Don want to do is distract me from achieving the relationship I want to build with her, it's time I look elsewhere for advice.

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For some reason my father insists that I answer his calls, this was his third attempt, and it gets to a point-

"Where the hell have you been?!"

He's behind me isn't he?

I arrived at the ball about fifteen minutes ago, not bothering to look for the man in charge of it all. I took my time to take in the faces of upper echelons, some of whom I knew and others that I've never seen a day in my life. The place reeks of wealth and hors d'oeuvurs. I'd much rather smell milkshakes and grease.

"I've been around" I reply nonchalantly. I can tell he's fuming from the way his face begins to turn into a light pink. It takes everything in me not to burst out laughing.

I fail to notice the fat fuck standing behind my father until he presents himself, the one and only Hart Gullock. I groan upon seeing him.

"June...Nice to meet you" he extends his arm out and it lingers before I slowly shake it, just to avoid further conflict with Don.

"Nice to meet you too" I mumble.

I should've known this was a set up. I heard about Hart, I never actually met him, but of course the sperm donor was so eager for me to meet my "future in-law".  I'm twenty-one in my junior year of uni, I didn't get his need for me to rush into marriage, mind you, a marriage I didn't fucking ask for and won't be participating in.

It's actually quite funny seeing the blow fish in front of me, cause his daughter looks nothing like him. Sandra is skinny(her diet only consisting of cotton balls and sparkling water), she was blonde (he's brunette), and although she was his eldest daughter, she looked absolutely nothing like either of her parents. Due to all the face reconstruction she did with Dr.Miami of course.

What a shame.

I was too busy comparing the two that my heart sank a little at the thought of her appearing out of nowhere.

She better not fucking be here.

I don't know what possesses him to put his disgusting hand on my shoulder but he does just that. " I wanted to discuss your future plans with Sandra, and how you're prepared to move on with the wedding."

What?

"What are you talking about?" I ask in shock. I'd also ask who the fuck lied on my name but the culprit in question is standing to the right of me. The courage to even state such lies is beyond me. He wonders why our relationship is tarnished, yet constantly does stupid shit, like make decisions I DIDN'T ask for.

"Don here tells me you're ready to marry my daughter, and of course, she seems to be just as eager as you," he chuckles.

"We can start planning next wee-" I forcefully remove his hand from my shoulder and catch the gasps of a few surrounding people. I glare at Don who's already glaring back.

"I don't know what fucking fantasy world you live in Don, but this is real life. Your lies aren't wishes, you could say that I wanted her to have my kids right now and it still wouldn't happen. I'm not marrying that bitch, and I've told you that since you first introduced me to her, stop making decisions for my life. You're not my fucking boss and you're far from even being considered my fathe-"

"Don't you fucking dare finish that sentence" he interrupts.

Before I even give him the chance to say something else I find myself outside, walking over to the black Bentley.

"Take me to Steak n' Shake Randun" he hesitates but puts the car in drive, we exit the parking lot of the venue, and I ignore the profanity shouted behind me.