We'll Make It Work

Chapter Seven

"You're fucking my dad?" I sat on the couch beside Norman as I watched Mingus pace back and froth in front of the tv. He tugs at his dirty blonde hair.

"Son, let me explain," Norman stood up, now eye to eye with Mingus.

"There's nothing to explain!" His arms fly up in the air. "And you!" He says, pointing to me and shaking his head. "How long have you been fucking my forty-six year old dad? Huh?" He huffs. "I literally can't believe I ever trusted you. You're a liar and you're a slut, and I hope I never see you again."

"Mingus!" 

"Shut up. I.. you.. do you know what will happen if anyone finds out about this? They will flip! You're nineteen, and you're forty-six! That's sick! And to think I actually fell for you." With those few last words, he walked out the door. Grabbing his keys and phone.

"What are we going to do?" I asked quietly.

"Be a little more secretive." His voice monotone. 

"Seriously? That's all you've got?" 

"Yep."

"Whatever." I stood up, walking back to Norman's room. "Are you coming back to bed?" I yelled across the hall.

"Yeah, give me a second, please." I nodded even though he couldn't see me. I pulled back the covers and got in. I soon felt the covers being pulled back, again, and felt arms rap around my back. 

I opened my eyes to be met by those gorgeous blue eyes that everyone loved. He smiled a little smile and took a deep breath. We laid in silence for a while until I decided to speak.

"Maybe we should just stop for a while." I knew Mingus would never talk to me again and I knew that if this continued to happen, someone would get hurt.

"Why would we wanna do that for?" Tension in his voice. 

"Seriously? You act like nothing has happened." 

"Are you going to let one little thing stop you from being with me?" The tension in his voice turning more harsh. "Maybe you are too immature." My mouth dropped at his words. 

"I'm immature? If trying to keep your reputation safe is so 'immature' then I'll just take my ass home." He shrugged his shoulders, not saying a word. I took a deep breath, fighting back some non-needed words. I slipped on my t-shirt, pants, and shoes and walked into the kitchen grabbing my purse and keys. 

"Genevieve, what are you doing?" Norman asked coming up from behind me, grabbing the keys out of my hand. "You're not going anywhere except back to my bed." 

"Norman, please give me my keys." I asked sternly.

"Only if you promise we'll see each other tomorrow." I huffed, grabbing the keys back from him. 

"Fine."

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This chapter is crappy, I know. But, the next chapter will be a good one, I promise. 

I'm so happy that you guys are still reading.(: Thank you!! Lol