"Where have you been, young lady?" I looked up and saw my dad standing in front of me with his hands on his waist.
"Oh hi Daddy!" I walked towards him and hug him while giving him one of my cheeky smiles.
"Don't you 'hi' me." I pouted. "I thought you're with your brother? Where the fuck-" Uh oh.
"SWEAR JAR!" Shouted mom from what I think the kitchen. "Put a dollar bill there or else I wont let you eat and I'm-" And now you know where I inherited my foul mouth.
"Okay okay! Stop giving me threats." I laughed. My parents are always like this. Like all the time. I'm already used to it.
I tried to sneak away but no such luck.
"And where do you think you're going?"
"Dad, right now you're overreacting or should I say being 'over protective'." I said putting air quotes.
"Of course! You're the only girl in this family," He held up his hand when I'm about to protest. "So we should be protective. Nowadays, there's a lot of teens getting raped and we don't want that to happen to you or any of the things that shouldn't be happening right now if you know what I mean."
"Dad, I know this already! I'm not being careless and I had a companion when I got home okay? By whom? My classmate. Yes, he's a boy AND please don't jump into conclusions. He's my partner in our English project and we're suppose to be working on it together because that's how partners work. Satisfied?" I sighed.
"Where's your brother?" Of course.
"He's at Megan's doing what." I said in a bored tone.
"Very well..." He pulled me at his side and we started to walk towards the kitchen.
***
Bing!
I looked up from what I'm doing and reached for my phone under the bed. Don't even ask how it got there.
From: KEITHen (uhh...)
"WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO PUT IN THIS FREAKING PAPER?!! MENTAL BLOCK ON THE WAYYYYY!!!"
I rolled my eyes then started replying.
Keith The Jerk
Stop overreacting bitch.
Did you just call me a...bitch?
Yup.
Well... you're a hoe!
K.
Seriously Lana, the project.
What am I supposed
to do with a blank paper?
You know, you're proving to me
that you're just plain stupid.
Of course you're going to
to write on it. Hello!
Hello to you too! Of course
I know that! I mean what
am I gonna write?
Things that are related
to our project!
Even in the fucking phone
we're fighting over fucking
stupid things.
LANA!
What?
The project?!
For pete's sake, Keith! We've
talked about this already! We
have assigned each other what
to do and you don't know it?!
OF COURSE BECAUSE YOU
DIDN'T FUCKING LISTEN!!!!!!!!!!
I listened!
THEN WHY ARE YOU
ASKING ME ABOUT THIS?!
WHY.
And now you're not replying.
The fuck?
Keith fucking Martin!
Alright, you're playing this
game? I'm freaking on.
.......................................
I typed angrily. The nerve! I'm going to present this project alone. I'm going to tell that I'm the only one who worked on it and I will make sure that I'm going to get an A+. Now I'm thinking about it, I think I'm going to make a video. I started jotting down the script though its only a draft. I need to have a perfect presentation for this.
All I need is to avoid and never talk to him again. He makes my blood boil.
"I want to remove his skin. Alive!" I shouted.
The door opened and my dad's head popped out. "You okay kiddo? You murdering anyone?" I rolled my eyes and shooed him away. "Okay, don't go Freddie Krueger on me."
"Seriously dad?"
He holds his hands up in a surrender way then backs out of the room. "Just making sure!" The door closed and I sighed. So loud.
Bling!
I ain't gonna open that shit. I'm not the only one who plays game, Martin.
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Pretend Girlfriend
Teen FictionLana Hudson, a girl with goals in her life and dreams that she badly wants to come true. Having to pretend to be someone's girlfriend is not in her goals but why don't give it a try? She never knew that it'll be so hard and she never knew it'll lea...
