Life for the imperfect

Life for the imperfect-chapter twenty

Chapter 20!!!!!! Holy Cow, I can't believe I'm up to chapter twenty and have over 100 reads... YAYYYYY!!!

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When I arrived home I was shocked to see that a certain someone was at my house.

No, it wasn't Colin. It was my dad. Him and mum were at the dinner table heatedly discussing something about the divorce.

Then I heard Dad mention Colin and I knew that there was no turning back from this point, prepare for the screaming match.

And sure enough, within five minutes they were yelling at each other about god knows what. And the reason I didn't know what is because I literally ran upstairs and threw my headphones on.

I turned the volume up to full and sang along to Nickelback. I was just getting into the song, singing my heart out, when I heard a knock on my bedroom door.

"Yes?" I called, taking off my headphones. It was mum.

She apologised and told me that dad and her were organising the divorce papers, so he would be here all night, and they would probably argue.

I told her that I would be okay with that, and if I couldn't handle it, I might go and stay at a friend's(Lina's) house.

She looked at me, her eyes brimmed with tears, and told me that Danny was here.

I groaned inwardly to myself as I got up out of bed and walked downstairs to greet Danny at the door.

I stepped outside with him and said, "Danny, we can't study at my house tonight."

"Why?" he asked, curious yet unable to, even for one second, wipe that smirk off of his face.

"Just... because." I replied, "how about we just skip the studying tonight?"

I turned to walk inside, but Danny asked, "Why don't we go to my house?"

"I thought you didn't want me to come to your house?" I countered.

"Yeah, well I guess you won't break my shit, but if you do, you have to pay for it."

I agreed and told my mum where we were going.

Danny walked me all the way to his house, which was quite a while away from mine. We didn't talk at all on the way there, except for his constant instructions on what not to touch at his house.

When we arrived, I was utterly stunned by how big his place was. The house was two storeys and could fit about three of my house in it.

He mocked a gentleman by opening the door for me and I went along with it, curtsying and replying, "Why thank you good sir."

The inside of his house was even more spectacular than the outside. All the furniture looked designer and expensive.

We walked into what I could only assume was the kitchen, and his mother was sitting there, the picture of sophistication.

She had bleach blonde hair in a tight bun and was wearing a pant suit.

In one hand was a coffee and in the other, a cooking magazine.

She casually started conversation, not looking up from her magazine, "Hello Dan, you're back unusually early from the house of that girl you always talk about, what was her name again?"

I cleared my throat and she looked up in shock, "Oh my goodness, I'm so sorry I didn't see you there. Who are you?"

Danny opened his mouth to introduce me, but I got in first, "My name is Chloe. It's lovely to meet you ma'am."