The Nerd

No One Cares

"Thank you." I say, to the waitress as she sets our plates of food in front of us.

Jake smiles at her as she walks off.

"So," Jake starts, "Clayton was at your house?" He says, in a questionable tone.

"Oh," I chew up the food in my mouth and swallow, "he was telling me stuff about the gang and showing me how to punch."

He nods his head, "That's why you said ow on the phone."

"Well, he did something to bring out the punch in me," I chuckle, nervously.

"Oh," he sips at his drink, "what did he do?"

"Um," my cheeks flush red at the memory, "he uh he slapped my butt."

He raised his eyebrows, "He slapped your butt?"

I nod, shyly.

He bust out laughing and I stare at him in confusion before a slight smile finds it's way on my lips.

"Oh," he gasp for breath in between laughs, "your face was priceless."

I glare at him, and continue to eat my food.

He composes himself and starts to eat his food again, "Claytons very touchy."

I raise my eyebrows, nodding my head in agreement.

"How do you like the gang so far?" He ask.

I cut into my food, "It's different, definitely something I'm not use to, all the attention and stuff."

"You'd think you'd be use to the attention by now considering school."

"Well the good attention."

"Oh." He says.

I nod my head.

"How long has Mathew run this gang." I ask.

He furrows his eyebrows in concentration, "Since I was two."

"Oh." I say, looking down at my plate.

I slightly see him nod.

"What's Mathew like, I mean like father wise?" I blurt out.

He looks takin aback by my question but, quickly recovers, "Well he's really not home half the time, him or my mom, it's usually just me and Melda,"

"Melda?" I ask, interrupting him.

"My maid," he says, I nod and he continues, "He's never really been around, to busy with business and stuff."

I nod my head and cut more of my food, "I don't remember that much about it him. Well I remember bits and pieces like the park we go to," I look up at him and he nods I continue, while cutting my food, "he would take me their all the time. I remember the days he had off he would get me dressed and ready for school and he would wait till my mom left and then he would let me skip school and he'd take me to get rocky road ice cream in a waffle cone and them we'd go to the park and swing all day long." I smile at the memory.

I lie. I remember every single detail about my dad, from his face shape and how it looked, to his voice and how his hair fell every morning. Me and my father where really close so, it was a big surprise when he picked up and left me and my mother but, especially me.