The Nerd is Actually Bad

Speak of the Devil and He Shall Appear

Chapter 9:

"Why did you do it Alina? I told you not to do anything that will upset me."

I sigh. "I'm sorry dad, but she was getting me mad and I just exploded, I was only trying to defend you."

"And I thank you for that, but I don't need you to defend me, I didn't say anything to her because I didn't want to start anything, it was family time, not arguing time," he tells
me.

"I understand. But, I'm not going to say sorry, we both know she deserved it," I say giving my dad a look that clearly said she did.

He chuckles. "Yes, we do. Just promise to be polite next time you see her, and if you find yourself loosing your temper just walk away; that's all you have to do." Reaching to take a gulp of his coffee.

I only nod.

"Now get outta here, I'm tired of seeing your face," he says jokingly.

Ah my dad. What a strange human being he is.

I laugh and go up the stairs and into my room.
I stand in front of my room with my arms crossed and a frown on my face.

Now what? I didn't want to sit here and think about what happened last night... But damn I can't believe I did that!

What do I do next time I see him? Do I ignore him? Pretend nothing happened? Or, do I say the kiss meant nothing, even though it did... A little... Maybe a lot.

I groan in frustration and make my way to my bed. I sit on it and look at the picture of my mom and I the summer she passed away; the last picture we took.

I grab it and trace a finger around her face.

"You would know what to do," I whisper.

I groan out loud and brush a hand through my hair. I take my phone out of my pocket and see a message from Stacy.

Stacy: Wanna hang out today?

Me: Sure, I'll see you at Larry's

I go to my closet and get a pair of high wasted shorts, (because it's really hot outside), a black tank top, and a red and black long sleeve flannel shirt.

I go to my bathroom and brush my hair, put on some mascara, and some Cherry Chapstick.
I look at my appearance and nod in appreciation. It will have to do.

I grab my purse and walk down the stairs, and towards the door.

"Dad! I'm going to Larry's with Stacy!" I yell, before walking out the door and not waiting for my dad's reply.

I get in my car and start driving to Larry's, which is only about 10 minutes from my house.

When I get there, I see the big Larry's sign at the front with red rusted letters, and a big picture of a milkshake right beside it.

I get out of my car and into the shop. I open the door and the bell above chimes, I look at all the red booths lined up and make my way into the the one on the right hand corner by the display of cupcakes.

As I get closer, I see Stacey's dirty blonde hair looking down onto the table; texting probably.

Typical.

"Hey bitch," I greet her as I take a seat at the opposite side of the booth.

"Hey slut, how's life?" She asks with a smile.

What great friends we are, aren't we?

"Boring as fuck, how about you?" I ask her while looking out of the window.