As soon as I'm done in the shower, I put on a pair of dark shorts, a black v-neck, and black knee socks. I comb my damp hair and put it in a ponytail. God, I'm so thirsty. I run down the stairs and end up in the kitchen in 2 seconds.
"You're getting better at that," my Dad says from the fridge.
"So, if I can get a good hold on my powers then can I go out with him," I ask, my eyebrows raised.
He chuckles. This isn't funny, I'm serious.
"Sure, why not," he says.
I squeal and jump up and down, "thanks daddy, I won't let you down," I say and my mom appears on the stool next to me. "Hey look, mom's getting better too," I point out.
She does a small dance and I laugh. Dad passes us both a blood bag and laughs with us.
"Daddy said I can go out with Jason," I update my mom.
"Only if she gets a good hold on her abilities first," he says.
"Isn't Jason the one with the brown hair and really cute face," my mom asks.
"Yeah, that's the one," I say and she squeals.
"I can't wait to tell your aunt Rebekah," she says.
We both high five and Dad sighs.
"Did you finish your homework," he asks.
"Yeah, oh and I got a 100 on my Bill of Rights Quiz," I say and he smiles.
"Good job," he says, "that's what I expect from now on Elizabeth."
I roll my eyes, "Liz, not Elizabeth."
"Why don't you like the name I picked out for you," he asks.
"It just sounds so old fashioned and people don't like to say big names these days. Everyone calls me Liz," I shrug.
"Elizabeth Mikaelson sounds so classy, I like it," my mom says.
The doorbell rings and I hurry to answer it. On the other side is Jason, the most popular boy in school.
I smile, "you came," I say.
"Why wouldn't I have come," he asks and looks at me like I'm crazy.
I roll my eyes and pull him in.
I try to take him up to my room, but my Dad stops us.
"What's this," he asks.
"Jason and I were going up to study," I lie. I'm a good liar.
He gives me a long hard look, "fine," he says and points to his ears showing me that he'll be listening in, "oh, and don't forget that your aunt and uncle are coming over for dinner," he then walks back into the kitchen.
"Your Dad is scary," Jason says as we continue to go up to my room.
"Everyone says that," I say and sit on the bed.
He scoots closer to me and looks into my eyes. He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear and I blush.
"I want to try something," he says softly and leans in slowly.
Our lips connect in a gentle kiss. We're not exactly making out, but you could call it that. He pulls away and I smile.
"That was amazing," I say. I can still feel his lips on mine, which feels awesome btw.
He smirks and moves closer to me. He puts an arm around my waist and kisses me again. This time it's passionate and I feel heat going through me. I know Daddy doesn't approve of this behavior, but I can't resist it.
