daddy - j.m

65 - Our Father

Blossom

I had seen a lot more of New York during my time out and about with Chris. I had gotten to see the not so cocky side of the usually rude football player. He was very sweet. Very funny too.

But I was late for dinner which was filling my nerves back up. When I got home I learned that Isabela had cooked something tonight. Jason seemed pretty normal. Hadn't Mr Winters contacted him yet?

"I think you're really gonna like this, baby girl." Jason told me as he went up to get more food. Since he was now right next to me, he took the chance to hug me, welcome me home. I flinched. I didn't mean to.

"What's up?" He asked me, a question that remained unanswered. I walked to the table and sat down next to Isabela.

"Ooh. Someone smells like boys cologne." She happily expressed. Right at that moment I wanted to sink through the chair. "Do you have a boyfriend?"

"She better not." Jason sat down.

"I don't have a boyfriend."

I tasted the food but I wasn't in the mood to eat after today. I slowly tried to eat tiny pieces.

"My sister always had all the boys when we grew up. Is your sister the same way?"

I laughed and Isabela froze.

"Did I say something wrong?"

"Isabela.. It's alright. Alyssa is gay."

"Oh god. I had no idea."

"I told you it's fine."

Suddenly Jason's phone rang and I could just feel that it was him. That it was Mr Winters. Jason's face turned stone cold as he listened and I earned an angry glare before he left the table. "She did what exactly?"

It was a quick conversation and a very angry Jason came back.

"You have some fucking nerve to sit in front of my face like this knowing that you caused chaos at school."

"That must be a mistake. Blossom's one of the most relaxed people I've ever met." Isabela had my back thus far.

"Stay out of it. I don't tell you that to be rude. But stay out of it."

I nervously opened my mouth. "I didn't do half the things he told you. Please believe me."

"So you didn't beat Alyssa in the hallway?"

"I didn't even touch her."

"So you were not unfocused in class and you didn't skip any classes?"

My fingers were shaking. You could hear me nervously breathing. "I was unfocused in class. But don't you have any compassion for what's going on in my mind right now? My family is torn apart. And I'm scared of Mr Winters."

"Why are you scared of him, sweetheart?" Isabela tried comforting me.

"Stay out of it. Being scared of something is often just a lame excuse. Don't try and make up excuses for this behaviour. He told me that you also refused take some make up tests to improve your grades."