Unmade {postponed}

Chapter 3:

Cassandra

I wipe my tear stained face with the sleeve of my sweatshirt. How could she do this to me! My best friend in the whole wide world had to betray me! I guess since she is the adult she gets first pick. When people date like my mom, they date seriously. Like, for marriage. And she has never dated anyone else before since dad. It's kind of a tragedy, I mean Alexander's dad is probably a cool guy, but my mom could have picked anyone else yet she chose him. I think I'm gonna need to clear my head. A good jog might do the trick... I needed alone time so i sprinted down the stairs. It's going to rain. Seems fitting enough for my mood. I walk out my door after saying goodbye to my mom and start running. Before I get to far though, I decide to go back and grab my glock. Never can be too careful.

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Alexander

I want a pet wombat. I'm not kidding! I just had this epic dream about this wombat and it was absolutely adorable and I want one. I'm going to train it to eat homework. Then maybe I can pass my classes with an actual viable excuse. Want an example dialogue? Here:

Teacher: Alexander, where is your homework?
Me: My wombat ate it.
*Class laughs*
Teacher: Alexander you do not own a wombat, much less one that would eat your work.
Me: Not true. I was sitting down at my desk ready to do my homework when I got really hungry so I went and grabbed a snack. When I was back there's my wombat sitting on my chair munching on my homework.
Teacher: ...
Me: ...
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Me: ...
Teacher: ...
Me: ...
Teacher: You are excused.
*Me dances in a circle like an idiot*

I reach across my bed and grab my phone off of the nightstand. It's eight thirty. I sit up and sulk into the bathroom to take a nice hot shower. As the steaming water streams over my head and hits the bottom of the tub, I hear the front door open and close. "Dad, is that you?" I yell. "Yah, I'll be in the kitchen." I hear him yell back faintly. I step out of the shower and leave the entrancing hot water behind. I grab my towel and dry off before I get too cold. The mirror is fogged up so sadly I can't see my amazing face. Just kidding, I'm not that stuck up. But at least think I'm not a loser. That counts for something.
I get dressed and head out of the bathroom to hear dad cooking something in the kitchen. "Hey Alex, I'm making pancakes, do you want some?" My dad says to me while I make my way over to the coffee machine. "Yah, sure." The heavenly smell of coffee enhances my senses and I suddenly realize that I forgot my laptop at Cassandra's place. Dang it! I'll have to go over to her house today and pick that up.
I pick up my finished cup of coffee grab a plate of pancakes off the counter. Setting the plate and mug on the table, I take out the syrup from the cupboard and drown my pancakes till there is no escape. We're going to need more syrup. "So what did you do after school yesterday?" Dad looks over his shoulder at me. He's still working on making his plate of pancakes. "Nothin much. I just went over to a friend's house to study. She was helping me with calculus." "She huh?" "Yeah, her name is Cassandra. She's pretty cool." "What grade is she in?" "Same as me, eleventh." Why all the questions all of a sudden? "That's cool. Did she explain your class well enough?" "Yeah I actually get some of the concepts now." "That's good. Hey aren't you going to go on your morning run?" "Hmmmm." I mumble, my mouth full of pancakes. I swallow and repeat my answer. "Yep, I'm going to go the long route today." "The one that goes by the waterfall?" "Yes that one." "Well today I have to fly out to San Fran around lunch time. Do you want to come with?" Really? He's finally going to take me on one of his trips? "We would be back around four this evening. Are you feeling up to it or do you have something else planned?" "Yeah definitely," I reply, my voice bursting with excitement, "I'd love to go!" "That's great! Maybe I'll teach you some of the controls." Today is going to be amazing!
I finish up my pancakes and coffee and take up the stairs. My running clothes should be clean, I washed them the other day. I shuffle through my dresser drawer and come up empty handed. "Dad, where are my running clothes?" My dad hollers back. "I put them in the hamper. They were stinking up the place." "Dad! They were clean!" "Not to my knowledge," He's silent for a second, "or my nose." Ugh. I walk over to the hamper and pull my clean running clothes. I change quickly and grab my empty water bottle. When I walk up to the sink to fill it up, dad decides to plague me again with questions. "So I hear prom is coming up...anything to say about that?" Seriously! He knows I don't like prom. In the past I would just usually pick a nice girl to take just so people wouldn't get on my case. I have a feeling mr.eharmony here is about to do just that. "Nope." I reply, hoping the subject is dropped. "I don't think so...who are you thinking of taking?" I groan. I want to go run. AND I want a wombat. This morning the universe is not on my side. "I want a wombat." I say hoping that this attempt to drop the conversation won't fail. "We will look into that later," He says. Ermagerd he actually is considering me getting a wombat. I take back my previous comment about this wonderful universe. "but..." My mental track freezes. "I still want to know who you are going to take." "Dad, you know that I don't want to just date random girls okay? I want to find the right person someday and I don't know when that will happen. But for now I don't know who I'm going to take. For all I know I could be taking Cassandra. I. Don't. Know." For a second he looks bewildered but quickly regains his composure. "Oh so you do like her, I knew the tutoring thing was a cover." "It's not a cover dad. She's nice, and she would understand. No one ever asks her to the prom. She would understand why I need a date. Cassie's smart." "And now you've given her a nickname." "Forget all of this I'll think about it on my run. I tell you what I've decided when I get back." I start to walk off but he catches my wrist. "I'm not trying to make you upset, I just would like to know who my son has his eyes on. If you ever find a special girl, I would like to meet her. That's all." He lets go of my arm and I smile. "I know. This stuff just kind of stresses me out." He smiles back at me and I walk out the door.
I look up at the sky. It looks like it's going to rain. Maybe I'll take the short route. Nah, I'm a trooper. I take off down the empty sidewalk. Now to think about all this crazy prom stuff...