Is he really a bad boy? [English]

~Chapter 34~

"Thank you for driving me home", I thanked Jacob. We were sitting in his car in my entry. I still felt like shit but I decided that I won't let it break me. I mean it wasn't the end of the world.
"For you always, kiddo. Do you still don't wanna talk about it?", he asked me softly. Since I'll tell him it anyway.
"He said to me that I have no right to expect from him to tell what he was doing or where he was since we aren't even together.", he looked at me pitying.
"What about Paris?" I didn't get into his question and continued telling.
"I asked him to show at least a little more emotion because he's always so cold to me. And then he raised his voice, he even screamed and told me that he does not love me"
I was proud of myself that I managed to tell him everything without bursting into tears.
"That's what he said?", he asked shocked. I nodded as an answer. "Shit, I'm so sorry. Really"
"It's fine"
I knew that he was actually meaning it and I appreciated it but I didn't want any compassion or something like that. I couldn't handle it right now.
"What are you now? You both?" Good question.
"I have no idea. I guess we are going to distance ourselves from each other. At least I will do it. I don't want to hassle him or annoy him and I think it is better for me."
"But you are going to school together. In one class. So it's not going to be easy to keep the distance, don't you think"
He was right. Like he always was. Well, most of the time.
"He will probably not go to school anyway. He wasn't there neither the last days"
"I don't know why but I have a feeling that he will", Jake said and his tone showed that he regretted it right after he said it. I couldn't even hear myself think when he said that he had to go.
"Don't you want to come in with me? My dad is home too and I wanted to cook something"
"I planned to study actually, I have an exam next week.", he tried to talk himself out.
"Oh come on, we both know that you never study"
"But-"
"No but. Come on. Please", I begged. The pout should strengthen my begging. He looked me in the eyes. And then this little smile appeared on his face which I was waiting for. This smile meant always that his heart melted and I got what I wanted.
"Fine", he submitted in the end. I left the car and waited for him to do the same. He was probably thinking about it to drive away. I glanced at him angrily and hoped he understood my message that he shouldn't even dare it.

"Dad? I'm home", I yelled through the whole house.
"I'm in the kitchen"
"What is he doing in the kitchen?", I asked rather myself than Jake. He shrugged his shoulders while he was taking off his shoes.
We both walked into the kitchen. The typical Russian music was playing, my dad was standing behind the cooking island with an apron over his shirt and was cutting a pepper.
"Hello", I greeted him and kissed him on the cheek.
"Hello Mr Trafimov"
"Hello, Jacob" My dad gave Jake his hand and continued chipping.
"Can you turn the meat please?", my dad asked me. I made a 180° turn and turned the meat to the other side.
"So what's the reason behind all this?", I asked and pointed at the food.
It was actually rare that my father was cooking. Not that he can't cook, his food was always amazing, but he had never time to cook. He was from morning to night always in the company or at meetings or stuff like that. So he had barely a minute spare time. And since my parents got divorced I took over the part in the kitchen.
"I forgot to tell you yesterday that I invited two of my partners and their families to dinner today"
"Why didn't you call me? I would've come home earlier.", and the conversation with Maxim wouldn't have happened.
"I didn't want to bother you", he admitted.
"When are they gonna be here?", I asked.
"7 pm", my dad told me. I grabbed Jake's wrist and looked at his watch. 5:43 pm.
"Okay dad, go upstairs. Take a shower, put some new clothes on and do some other stuff you have to do and Jake and I will finish all this", I conducted.
"Are you sure? I can-"
"No back talk, Dad!", I interrupted him, "Jake and I are gonna make this. Am I right?", I looked at Jake who was nodding.
"Okay...", my dad said unsure but he still took off his apron and left the kitchen.
"You!", I pointed at Jake. He looked at me shocked and eager at the same time.
"You'll keep your eye on the meat and I will do the rest. Deal?"
"Deal!"
"Well, let's go"

I put the last serviette on the table and put it in place and went to Jacob who was sitting at the couch.
"My dad said that one of them has a son and he will come, too", I told him.
"I bet he's a 12-year-old snot with slicked hair."
"He will wear a shirt and a sweater vest on top of it, for sure", I laughed and Jake did the same.
"You know what passed through my mind, who this description reminds me of. Of- "
"Nevel Papperman from iCarly", we said with one voice and burst out laughing.
"What's so funny?", my father asked all of sudden. He was standing next to the table and tried to adjust his tie and smiled at us.
"Nothing", I laughed.

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