Is This Considered A Cliche?

Chapter Fifteen | Naughtier Than Mrs. Robinson

This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are a product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

Copyright © 2014 by M-A-COYNE

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Chapter Fifteen

N A U G H T I E R T H A N M R S. R O B I N S O N

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Someone was slapping my face.

"Jackie?" said a soft voice. "Jackie, are you alright?" I opened my eyes and blinked away the brightness. My chocolate gaze met Clement's concerned hazel eyes. "Are you alright?"

Oh...I must have fallen asleep during the ride home...and Clement must have carried me into the house and set me on the couch. That was so considerate of him. "Yeah," I said, rubbing my head as I stood up. "I had the weirdest and most disturbing dream though." I shuddered.

"Uh...Jackie..." I turned my head to the side and saw my mother standing on the other side of the room in her bathrobe. A man dressed in jeans and a rumbled looking t-shirt stood next to you. I must admit, the man was pretty handsome. His brown hair was bedraggled and his blue eyes were deep and piercing. Why did he look so familiar though? I swear I've seen him before. Only...without his clothes! Oh my god, I remember!

"Oh my god!" I shot up into a sitting position and stared at the two adults in horror. "Oh my god," I repeated.

Clement placed a hand on my shoulder. "Jackie, calm down," he said, rubbing the shoulder.

I stared at him in disbelief. "Calm down? You're telling me to calm down? I'm sorry, but did you just walk in to see your mother playing naked leap frog with a complete stranger?" I shouted.

Clement stiffened. "No, but I just walked in to see my father doing it..."

Now I'm confused. "Wait...what...?"

The older man gave an awkward smile. "Um, hello, my names Andre DuBois." He held out his hand.

I stared at it in disgust. "...You don't actually expect me to touch that, do you?"

Andre's hand fell to his side and he self-consciously wiped it on his pants. My mother rolled her eyes. "Now Jackie, try to act mature about this."

"Excuse me, you human mattress, but would you act mature if you walked in on your mother?"

"No, but then again my mother's 63, and I don't even want to think about that." She shuddered.

I hissed in aggravation. "How could you do this? Bringing a strange man to our house and....and...ugh!"

"Well you weren't supposed to be home until Sunday night," my mother explained. "And Andre's not a strange man. I've....I've been seeing him for about eight months now." She down at the ground in guilt.

"W-What?" I stood up from the couch and stared at my mother in shock.

She bit her lip. "Actually...we just got engaged tonight...."

I was finding it hard to breath. "Enaged? I...I don't....Why did you tell me?!" I shouted, throwing my hands in the air.

My mother took a step closer to me. "Well...it was just going so well and I didn't want to ruin it somehow..."