My Only Exception

Being his slave- ugh!

Hello, faithful readers! I love you sooo much 4 reading! ENJOY!!!

Dedicated to jmc1998 because she's so annoying (jk)- telling me yhat I'm not dedicating anything 2 her so... here it goes!

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We were just leaving my house and Nate was babbling about some competition he had won. I couldn't care less.

" Didn't you come here for something? Where is it."

Obviously, I couldn't tell him because it was embarassing. I had come here for 'necessities' because I was going to have my period tomorrow but I seriously did not want to tell him that'

"Oh shoot! I forgot it!"

"Really, do you wanna go back?"

It surprised me how caring he was acting. How unjerk-like of him.

"We're already by your house so no use in going back now."

"You live right next to me, though."

Gosh! Persistent, much?

"As a matter of fact, I am." he said

What the hell is he talking about?

"You do realise you are saying everything out loud, right?"

"Oh. Now I feel stupid. Let's just go inside."

"OK."

Unfortunately, his parents were not home to save from him. I would have to be his slave, Yay.

"So, what do you wanna do?" Nate asked me.

"Sleep."

"OK. Let's watch a movie. I'll put it on and you'll make the popcorn."

"What? No! I wanna sleep."

"Chop chop, slave."

I began mumbling incoherent words under my breath- most of them swearing.

"What's that, Kat?"

"Nothing, Master."

I went in the kitchen, took out the popcorn from the cabinet and put it in the microwave. I pressed the 'Popcorn' button and it began the process.

I put on the radio in the kitchen and began dancing to the music playing.

I was singing, "In another life, I would be your girl, we'd keep all our promises, be us against the world."

At that exact moment, a shadow appeared in the doorway and in walked...

Nate's dad.

I thanked God that it was him and not Nate. That would have been totally embarassing.

I have never seen Nate's dad before, only in the pictures. He resembled Nate a lot- like an older Nate.

In other words- hot!

"Nice voice you got there. Kat, right?"

At least he didn't call me Katherine.

"Thanks, Mr. Charles."

"Please, call me James."

James Charles? What a funny name!

I nearly burst out laughing but I knew that it would be rude and the name wasn't that funny, anyway.

Beep Beep Beep!

The microwave sound made me jump in surprise.

"Kat, do you know where my son is?"