12. What's wrong with you?

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- What's wrong with you? Why does your teacher have to call me in the middle of my work, and especially that interview?? Hailey?????

I wasn't listening at my screaming father; I was glaring right at John, What a jerk!

He was sitting on the couch, two arms behind his head. "Life is good" position, with that Demon smirk plastered on his face, I wish that I could get to him and kiss the hell out of him... I mean hit him meaningfully in the middle of his face.

- Hailey you're punished no phone, no going out, any friends coming over, are forbidden, except John, of course....

My dad always speak like this, like he ascended from a history of England's book

- What? I literally love my friend John; it will be a good punishment if you won't let him come over.

I was now next to John hugging his neck, trying to let my father believe how much I love him... God how much I.... do... i really do hate... love him...

- Hailey get back to where you were sitting. NOW!

I did as he said, Crossing my arms under my chest.

- Now I knew that you're not good at math so I prefer that you can spend some time with your "Dearest Friend" John, and you're going to accept a tutoring lesson.

He said "Dearest Friend" while gesturing the quotation marks.

- Dad, I know someone that can do better than him.

I said while pointing at the guiltiest person in the room

- Oh really! I beg you to say that person's name.

I gulped hard, if he will know about Charles and I relationship he will ground me forever.

- So? There is no one? Great, Than say hello to your new tutorial teacher.

And after that I was now left alone with the Demon himself.

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My phone was beeping crazily; I was laying on my bed, not paying attention to John, whom is turning around in my roller chair.

Charles: where are you?

Charles: Hailey!!

Charles: you are scaring me!

Charles: for god's sake, where are you?

Then my phone begin to ring, I accept it.

Hearing a screaming Charles on the other line was scary. TRUST ME.

- Charles if you are going to shout at me like that, I'm going to hung up on your bitch face right away.

I heard a muffled laugh on my left, I shot him a glare.

- No wait! Just tell me where are you?

- I'm at home.

- I'm coming.

- Charles I'm grounded don't even think about it.

- I'll sneak don't worry.

- Charles! No, don't let me do this!

- Now you're threatening me? What you are going to do? Huh? Break up with me?

- Charles, umm actually there are cameras in my room.

- What???? So they sawed us? That's why you are grounded .

- No... no that's another .... What the hell?

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