Hating Archer [WATTY'S 2017]

Chapter Five- Permission

"Daaaaddd," I dragged his name as I entered the kitchen with the most innocent smile lingering on my face.

He turned around and shot me a suspicious look. "I don't have money to give you," he squinted his eyes at me.

My expression turned flat and I shot my Dad a skeptical look. "So, you mean to say that I only show you love when I need something?"

His eyebrow raised at me. "Yeah."

I stared at him for a short while before groaning in annoyance. "Well, you're not wrong."

Dad rolled his eyes. "The fuck do you want? Can't you see a man is looking for his food that is now possibly eaten by his cave-woman of a daughter?" my Dad asked as his eyes scanned the fridge before he started rumbling through it.

"If you're talking about the pizza, then yup, I ate it." I grinned as I patted my tummy.

Dad looked at me as if I had betrayed him. His eyebrows knitted into a horrified look as he faked a gasp. "You monster."

I rolled my eyes, "Stop being overdramatic. Anyway, I wanted to ask if I could I go to this party with Aria and the others?" The words rolled off my tongue in a sweet tone.

"Are you going to drink?" he asked looking into the fridge again with a sad face.

"No," I looked at Dad. Yes.

"Are you going to have sex?" he looked at me.

"No, Dad." I rolled my eyes. Maybe.

"Are you going to stay out late?" he asked once again and I shook my head. "Then why the fuck are you even going to a party?"

I stared at him. "I swear to God, Dad. You're an alien."

"What if I am though?" he looked at me. "Conspiracy theory," he said in a low voice.

"So, I have permission?" I asked as I suppressed a laugh.

"Yes, you fucking idiot."

Jake raised his eyebrows at me as he leaned against my wall. "You're really going to wear a dress?"

I clenched my jaw. "Yes, Jake, I am going to wear a dress."

Jake started laughing hysterically. I sighed and sat on the bed. He was right. I barely wore dresses. This was basically the first time I had even ever worn a dress.

"You were better when you were badass." Jake said with a smirk.

I beamed. "So, you liked me staining all your shirts with pink hair dye?"

Jake shot me a glare. "Don't make me hurt you." he said in a low, dangerous tone.

I laughed. "Now I'm having second thoughts on the whole party thing." I looked at my reflection.