DeVestya GxG

Chapter 1: Dane

Author's Note: First real part to my DeVestya story. I don't think anyone is reading this yet. Oh, well. Enjoy. Subscribe. Read it, hope you like it, yehhh.

Chapter 1

Dane Reagan was late. She was extremely late. On a scale of one to Spongebob, she fucking cucumber late.

Her dads were gonna be pissed. Pissed!

They were already mad enough about her brother, and now her?!

Dane sighed and ran a little faster through the rain, making a mental note that her hair was gonna be fucked up once she got to school, and that she really needed to get off her lazy ass and start exercising if she was gonna commit to not getting a car to decrease her carbon print on te world.

She glanced down at her watch. Damn it. I'm even later now.

Panting and gasping for air three minutes later, she was finally at her high school's front office, explaining away to the secretary that, no, she did not need water, all she needed was her emergency inhaler because she was having an asthma attack.

It took a long time but she finally got her two much-needed puffs of medication  and said, "Now would be the time for some water, thank you."

The secretary handed her a paper cup full of lukewarm water with a plastered on smile on her painted face.

Dane gulped it down and took a deep breath. "Okay. So, are my dads here?"

The secretary nodded to the only room with its door closed. "In there with Mr. Owen."

Dane gulped and sauntered down the hallway, opening the door quietly and then plopping down in one of the unoccupied chairs. It took her a moment to notice that every man in the room was staring at her.

She raised an eyebrow and waved. "Hello,"

Her dads did seem pissed.

Oh, dear.

"And where have you been, young lady?"

Dane gulped. "Well, I sort of slept in and missed the Public bus thingy. You know, the smelly bus you have to pay a dollar to ride? Then, I ran in the rain. It was pouring. And slippery. And then it took me ten minutes to explain to that lady that I could have my emergency inhaler because this is an emergency. So, yeah. Now I'm here. That's the whole shebang. Bada boom."

Her dads' glares did not waver. The fairer haired of the two, her Da, rolled his eyes and turned to

principal Owen. "As we were saying, I believe that  she is material for your Art Program, but what about Science? Our daughter is a genius in that field. And I know she loves it."

Dane made a face. What was he getting at?

"And math. She adores mathematics, but has no room for it. Perhaps we can work it on as...an after school activity." Her Pa, her darker haired father, added, winking at her theatrically.

"Um, Pa, no. I hate math." Dane replied, gritting her teeth.

"No you don't, dear. You love math." He flashed her a dazzling white smile.

Principal Owen cleared his throat. "I'm afraid we do not have and after school programs dedicated to mathematics. We do have sports if-"

"No. No sports for me, thanks." Dane smiled nervously and shot her Pa a dirty look.

Her Da patted her Pa's hand and said, "Our only concern is that our daughter's creativity be encouraged here. It was more than encouraged at her previous school."

"It will be encouraged. Will she be staying in our dorms or will she be commuting from home?"

"We haven't decided yet. We plan on leaving on business in a week. Until then she will be commuting from home."

Dane groaned, "Awe, Pa! Can't I just live at home! I'm eighteen years old, for Christ's sake!"

Her dads ignored her and went on, "For now, you can assign her her room number and she can find it on her own when the time comes."

"Yeah...we can do that." Principal Owen assured them, standing up and putting out his hand for her Dads to shake. "I hope to see you again some time."

Her Pa shook the Principal's hand, but her Da did not. Instead, he guided Dane outside and waited until they were outside the building to say anything. "Dane. I would expect this from your brother, but not you."

"Daddy. I just missed the bus, I'm sorry." Dane whined, following him to his Lambourghini. As always, she made a face when she saw it. It was too flashy, too purple, and gay.

"You were out all night doing gods know what! No wonder you slept in!" He snapped, getting into the driver's seat and fixing his perfect hair in the mirror.

"I wasn't doing gods know what. I was with Blaire. Dancing! We went out dancing with a group of friends. That's it." She defended, getting comfy in the backseat.

"Dancing for gods know how long and with gods know what friends. Sweetheart, your Pa and I love, we want the best for you. We don't want you to end up living the way you don't want to live. Don't throw your life away." He looked back at Dane and grabbed her hand. "You're our little girl, Dane. Please don't throw your life away."

Dane sighed. "Da, I'm not gonna do that. Please, stop worrying. I'm okay."

He looked at her for a long time, his blue gaze unwavering. "At least start coming home earlier."

"I'll try."

He gave a quick, but warm hug and started the car. "I can't say that your Pa will be as accepting as me, though."

"Yeah, that goes without saying."

Before she could prepare herself, he was in the car yelling.

She ignored him.