The Art Of Seduction ✓

|23| Apologise

So wattpad redesigned my works and my old dinosaur self has got to figure out how to use this again. 

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  "Would 'sorry' have made any difference? Does it ever? It's just a word. One word against a thousand actions." 
― Sarah Ocklet, Bittersweet.   

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I TOOK IN a deep breath, standing outside a familiar oak door. Then I knocked. She avoided me all through the day at school, ignored my calls and messages. So desperately, I found myself standing outside her house. 

A lot of things had changed this past few months but I wasn't willing to lose my best friend. The weather was cool, nearly all the tree's were bare of leaves and it was ridiculous to go out without a jacket now. My jacket felt uncomfortable and tight in the cold. I would have rather worn a the black and white jacket instead which was bigger and felt more reassuring. 

I knocked again, the wind biting my face. I heard the sound of someone opening the door and then I see Rekha's older brother, Rahul. He wore a black shirt with dark skinny jeans and his hair was gelled back. Rahul was attractive in the way older brothers of your best friends often were.  

"Hey Amber, it's been a while since I've seen you, how's your sister?" 

"She's good," I answered, "Started college again."

"That's nice. What's she studying?"

"Public Relations," I said. "Is Rekha in?"

"Uh not yet, she's at Tassia's I think."

"Right. Okay." I turned to leave. Ignoring the disappointment that hit my chest like a stack of bricks. Tassia. 

Rahul asked me, "Are things okay between the two of you? You haven't been around much."

"Yeah, it is, I just forgot." I turned back to Rahul smiling at him, "I'll see you."

"Yeah, see you. Tell Allison I said hi."

"I will."

Then I let out a breath, wishing I had my license or a car. Putting my fingers into the pockets of my jacket, I began my walk home. 

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EVERY TEEN FICTION novel idolised having your parents not around. It was always loud parties, freedom without burdens and more wilder nights. You had the chance to sneak boys in and do other stuff. It is fun but when your whole life's lacked your parents, the parties become boring, you don't fancy one night stands and sometimes, you wished your parents actually knew what was going on in your life.

Which was why when I walked home to spot Dad on the couch watching the telly. I paused watching him, as he turned off the telly to look at me with a big grin.

The grin shifted to a look of confusion when it registered my appearance. "You look cold, Amber love."

I flushed, "Er, yeah, I walked over from Rekha's-"

"Why didn't you drive over?"

"I uh- don't have my driving license?"

"Why haven't you gotten it?" My dad asked. Then he added, "Do come in, you could have caught a cold."

There was a warm fluttering feeling in my chest as I walked into the living room, sitting on a chair and talking to my dad, not Allison about me, myself. "I haven't turned seventeen yet."