Trouble. Trouble with a capital 't'. I thought as my dad started stand up, and walk towards me. He slowly lifted each foot like it pained him to to come any closer to me, until he was an arms length away.
"Does your mother know you're here, Aria?"
I grimace, but I don't say anything.
"Yes. Mrs. Williams gave her permission to skip first period."
My dad glances over at Ruffles before saying, "Pratt. Ms Pratt. You were there for the divorce, Marley."
Ruffles glances around awkwardly, unsure of where to look.
"Dad. We should probably take this discussion outside." I spin in a circle and look all the patrons who have stop eating to watch us.
He lets out a sigh, "yeah".
I push through the door, hoping everyone's fallowing me, and walk over to Warrens truck.
"Hey, Dad, where's your car?" I ask him, glancing around the parking lot.
"Umm. I sold it." He scratches the back of his neck awkwardly. "I bought that over there." He points to a new Land Rover.
No wonder I didn't know he was here.
"You know mom's going to be pissed, right? That was the only thing she wrote in the divorce papers. Was for you to not get rid of the car."
The car, a 1968 Ford Mustang, belonged to my grandfather (my dads dad), but was given to my mother because my grandfather really loved her. But since the car was in my dads name, he got it when they divorced.
"How about you don't tell your mom about the car and I don't say anything about you skipping?"
I chuckle to myself. "Deal."
Okay, maybe not trouble with a capital 't'.
He shakes his head, and starts walking back towards to diner door.
Warren walks towards me and wraps his arm around my shoulder. "You still want some food?"
I turn fully to look at Warren head on "always."
"Pancakes?"
"Please don't start this again, Evan!" I scream over my shoulder, opening the door to Warrens truck.
"Where do you want to go?" Warren says, pulling away from me to walk to the other side of the car.
I look at Ruffles for help.
"Don't look at me, Pizza. I don't know where to go either."
I huff out a sigh. "Why is this so hard? Evan!"
He stops playing with windshield wipers and looks at me. "Yes?"
"Where do you want to go and eat?"
He shrugs and points at himself. "You're asking me?"
I nod.
"Anywhere with pancakes!"
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Pizza and more Pancakes
Unedited.
Super short.
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Invisible Girl
Teen Fiction"Aria, I don't think it's a bad thing that we don't get noticed. In fact, I think it's a good thing." I sigh, "You do, why?" "Just think about it. We could skip class, not turn in homework, or even prank people without getting caught. " (Title M...
