Houston, I Think We Got A Problem!

PROBLEM XXXII : He Liked ButterScotch!

AN/: Long chapter ahead.
Word count : 3206
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PROBLEM XXXII | He Liked ButterScotch!

There was one thing in my mind that never let go of my mind. It won’t give up. The tingling sensation would return every tine the thought of the tiny peck would enter my mind. And that was all the time.

I was waiting for Houston by his convertible, remembering how he had asked for me to wait for him followed by something that was not leaving my mind anytime soon. My cheeks tainted red again at the thought.

I felt a vibration against my thigh and realized it was my phone. Swiftly sliding it out I saw the screen flashing, Justin.

It didn’t take a second longer for me to answer the call. How could he have left the house without telling me? Granted there were times when he had to be out for work for a few days, he would tell me and I would stay over at Grace’s. I was crazy terrified of the silence that took over the house when there was no one else. It was something with the house though, that I knew since at other times, I didn’t mind the silence. In fact silence was peaceful. Silence was beautiful to be surrounded with sometimes.

“Justin,” I whispered.

He didn’t return with an answer. He kept mum for a few seconds before he spoke again. “You didn't go home yesterday.”

It was a statement not a question. He knew I didn’t even though I hadn’t told him and he didn’t witness me not going home.

“Where...Where did you spend last night?”

I saw Houston make it out the school doors and heading towards me. He gave me a grin, hitching his bag over his shoulder.

“I gotta go, bye.” I said and ended the call and pocketed my phone just as Houston stood in front of me. “Hey, who was that?”

I shrugged. It was my biological father but I had not addressed him by the term in years. I wasn’t going to just start now.

Houston went round the car and slipped into the driving seat and threw open the passenger’s door for me to take. The engine roared to life and Houston drove.

“Where are we going?”

Houston hm’d in response and I being the immature person I am smacked his thigh. “Don’t hmm me! It’s the most irritating thing ever! I hate it when people do that to me.”

“Sure, Your Highness. Anything else you hate that I must know off?”

I shrugged, “A lot of things. For instance, you.”

Houston laughed, shrugging it off as he continued driving. A thought suddenly popped into my mind and I looked at him openly. I knew he could feel my gaze burning a hole in the side of his head. He glanced at me from the corner of his eye and spoke, “If you want to ask something, just ask HoneyCakes.”

“Where were you yesterday? You weren’t in school.”

“I went to the next town over.”

It was a short and sweet answer but it wasn’t enough. I knew there was more that he wasn’t telling me.

“Why, did you miss me?” He asked, grinning at me.

I rolled my eyes in response. “I was curious. I heard you’re pretty serious about your school work. And I see you attend all your classes. So why not yesterday, right?”