the bookworm's alpha

chapter ten

                  "When did you get home last night?" my father asked as I walked down the stairs.

"Around eleven, Luciano and I were out trying to catch fireflies," I answered, yawning. "I figured that since it was Friday I could stay out later because I don't have school today."

"And that's it?" he pushed. "That's all you two did together?"

"Yes, papa, that's all we did last night besides talking." I sighed.

"Alright, then." My father nodded. "Have you finished all of your homework?"

"Yes, papa." I nodded.

"That's good." My father hummed.

"Where are you headed to?" I asked, seeing the small suitcase next to him.

"It's short notice, but I'm going to Washington to train people and what not." He replied.

"Oh," I mumbled. "How long will you be gone?"

"Just a few months, I think. The plain is leaving in a couple of hours." He said. "You know the drill."

"I know Papa, stay safe." I sighed.

"I love you. You be careful out there too." He murmured. "See you soon."

"Yeah," I whispered, watching him walk out the door.

              "I hope my father got there safely," I whispered to myself as I sat down.

Its lunch time again.

"Hmm?" Luciano hummed in question.

"My father left for Washington yesterday to train some people," I replied. "I hope that he had a safe flight there."

"He probably has, or you would have heard something by now." He murmured, wrapping his arm around my waist.

"Yeah, I guess." I sighed, leaning into him.

"Is there anything else bothering you?" Luciano asked.

"Not that I know of," I mumbled.

"Are you sure?" he wondered.

"I think so," I whispered.

                      I yawned as I locked the door and put the keys in my bag before turning around and walking off the porch.

There's a white car in the driveway. Whose car is that? It's not Luciano's, his car is dark blue and is at the end of the street currently.

"Mom." I gasped as she hugged me, the white car must be hers. "What are you doing here?"

"Hello, sweetheart." She grinned, letting go of me.

"What are you doing here?" I repeated, cautiously stepping away from her.

Luciano's here, he's pulling into the driveway.

"I wanted to see you, sweetheart." My mother pouted.

"I need to go," I mumbled. "I don't want to be late for school."

"How're you adjusting to this school?" she asked.

"Just fine," I replied, inching a little further away from her.

"Rei." He greeted, wrapping an arm around my waist and kissing my forehead.

"Good morning." I breathed out.

"Sweetheart, who is this?" my mother asked.

"I'm her boyfriend, ma'am," Luciano replied politely. "And you are?"

"Her mother, you uncultured swi-" my mother started to say.

"Grace! That's enough!" I snapped, interrupting her before looking at Luciano. "Come on, let's get to school."

"Right." He nodded. "It was nice meeting you, ma'am..."