Getting Hooked (ON HOLD)

Chapter 10

Recap... kinda:

"What about Kathy?"

~ (A/N: do you like my brief recap :P)

Alyson and I run indoors before we get anymore drenched. After talking to Jared, We had to buy some towels to put on the seats so they wouldn't get messed up. The rain was ina heavy downpour and there was no way anybody who was not in a secure building would not get drenched.

Now we were waving the towels over our heads in attempt to not be hit by the cold darts falling from the sky. And inside, the door slams shut from the wind.

"That's actually kinda scary out there." Alyson admits, pulling off her soaked shoes and starting on her sweater, which sticks to her skin.

"Yeahh..." I can't help but think about what Jared had said. Why does he care so much?

"Ugh, my sweater's ruined! All the threads are loose now!" My friend whines, but I ignore, walking to the kitchen.

I open the fridge and pull out the jug of milk, and pour myself a large glass.

"Ooh, milk!" Alyson takes it from me and pours herself a large glass too. "You got any cookies?" She opens the cupboard, and smiles when she finds the Chips Ahoy!

I raise myself up onto a tall bar stool beside the counter. "Do you think something is already going on with Jared and Kathy?"

"What? No." Alyson stuffs a milk drenched cookie into her mouth. "She obviously needs help, and he's just weird."

I look at her unimpressed. I can tell that "help" she included in there was not intended toward Kathy's relationship.

"No, I mean. Jared seemed so curious about Kathy. Even if they aren't already together, do you think he likes her?"

"Maybe. But he would have to be nutso for that." She leans forward on the counter and continues to swish her milk in its glass with a new cookie.

"Uh-huh. Sure." Still unimpressed.

A knock comes on the door, and both Alyson and I look in that direction.

"Wonder who that is." I say.

My friend shakes her head. "Don't do it. Don't go open that door."

I walk out of the kitchen.

"Don't do it! Get right back here Missy! Only rapists come out during the storms!"

Her last line is said when the door is open and Parker is about to talk. But he closes his mouth and looks at me curious.

"What do you want?"

"Won't you invite me in first?" An eyebrow raises and he gives me a look of his superiority.

"Fine." I open the screen door and hold it open for him to come in. First thing, after looking around the living room, he spots a pile of wet, dark colored clothes waiting on the entrance mat. Then Alyson walks in, and I just now notice that she is only in her cami and the tight shorts that she always wears under her uniform skirt; her hair is in nasty, about-to-dry-after-a-rainfall waves, and any makeup on her face? Well, that's no longer on her either.

"Hello, beautiful." Parker says, smiling to the girl.

Alyson stares with her mouth agape, drops the cookie in her hand onto the ground, and dashes for my room down the hall.

"Umm, sorry. She didn't know you were coming. I didn't know you were coming," I make the excuse.

"Shouldn't you change too? You'll probably catch a cold." he says; kinda weird to hear from a guy who isn't my dad...

I glance down the my button-up tee which is nearly see through to my camisole and sticks onto me. Even my yellow skirt is sticking to my legs its so drenched.

"Umm, maybe..."

Parker walks in and drops onto my dads recliner, making himself appear as if he's lived here all his life. His eyes come to me and he gives me a look of patience.

I go down the hall to my room, and there Alyson is tearing through all piles of my clothes for a dry shirt and some sweatpants.

Right after I shut the door, she whisper-yells, "What the Hell is he doing here?!"

"I don't know! He just came! I don't even know how he got my address." I go through the my dresser and take out a clean tank top, and some sweatpants.

We both get dressed and I braid her hair real fast so she can pull it up into a messy braid-bun. Then I pull my hair back into a ponytail, since it's too short for a bun.

"What should we do? Feed him and urge him to leave? I don't think I could talk to him right now." Alyson squirts some of my foundation onto the back of her hand and begins spreading it around her face. I don't know why though, she is one of those completely fortunate girls who haven't gotten acne, like, ever in their life, and doesn't have anything on her face that would lead someone away from her; unlike me, who has the occasional zit (yes, I know. devastating, truly.) and a line of freckles covering my nose.

"No, we need to learn more about him... Maybe we should just ask what he's doing her, and then if he wants, he could stay for a movie or something." I take the bottle from her and apply some makeup on myself.

"Sounds good."

We look at our final appearances in the mirror; luckily my makeup looks natural, because other than that, we are baggy all over: sweatpants, t-shirt and tank top, loose hair, sports bras... just, everything!

We rush out of my room, back to the living room to find Parker not lounging in my dads chair. In  the kitchen, we hear movements, and some talking.

"So you are a fisher?" My dad's voice fills the room.

Alyson and I rush in and see Parker speaking with my dad over a cup of juice.

"No, no. I only like to watch it. I leave all the competitions to the real fishermen," he states, fakely generous.

"Oh, well, I bet Zoey would love to have a new companion for the boat. I'm almost getting too old for all this. Maybe she could teach you some new things."

"That sounds nice." he smiles to my dad, making Dad smile back.

I wait with my mouth open, and Dad turns to me. "Oh, Zoey, I was just talking to this young man about you helping him improve his fishing."

I think real fast. "Well, I'm awful busy around this time of year. With all the competitions coming up, I need to practice myself... Maybe, since Alyson has always been about as good as me, she could teach you." I look to Alyson, missing the sudden drop of Parker's smile.

Alyson looks away from Parker, not turning her head to meet my glance.

"Sounds good to me." I finalize, and then Dad raises from his lean on the counter, sets his cup in the sink and turns to me before leaving, " I've got to get to Dick's, I'll be back in an hour or so."

I nod and we all watch his leave.

Now for Parker. Alyson and I turn around and cross our arms, "Now what are you doing here?"

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Okay, so I guess this is my second attempt at a cliffhanger... except, it's more like a leave-here-because-this-page-is-getting-long type cliff hanger. Yes, I think this page might be longer than the usual, Idk though... they don't really say :P

I hope you like this chapter, it's kinda non-action (itive?). Well, not much happens in it, but the next one carries on, this is kinda a filler. I just pray that this didn't bore you! If it didn't, please vote, comment, or follow!

I will see you all, prolly this weekend :)

Byeee!

~katy~