"Hey, Jessie," my dad says when I walk into my house," go get ready for golf."
"What?"
"We're golfing today," he says," I reminded you this morning."
"Oh," I say," can we take a rain check?"
"Why?"
"I told my friend I would hang out with him," I tell my dad.
"Fine," he says," then golfing on Friday."
"Can't," I say with a chuckle," It's Ashton and my one month anniversary. What about tomorrow?"
"Okay tomorrow," he says," don't make plans."
I go upstairs and look for something to wear on this gloomy day.
I end up wearing leggings with a Vineyard Vines sweater and my Converse.
Around 4:30pm, Luke's car pulls up in my driveway.
"I'm leaving," I yell from the front door to my dad in the kitchen.
"What time are you coming home?" He asks and pokes his head out the kitchen.
"I don't know I'll call you or something," I say.
I grab my Longchamp bag with all my stuff and head outside.
"Hey," I say when I get into the front seat of his car. I'm reminded of the night that I met Ashton at his party and Luke had to drive me home.
"Hey,"
"What are we doing?"
"We're breathing," he says.
"Really?" I ask sarcastically.
"Really," he confirms.
When we get to Luke's house we go straight to his room.
I sit down in the bean chair across from him and he turns his tv on.
"So I'm still curious why you think Zayn wouldn't talk to me," I say.
"He's a fucking bad ass," he says. He was caught with a stubbie."
"What's a stubbie?" I ask.
"Bottle of beer," he says.
"What happened?"
"He didn't do anything," he says," he just kept drinking literally in front of the fucking teacher."
"The teacher spit the dummy," he flips channels.
"I don't know any Australian so you need to translate," I say.
"He threw a massive fit," he says," I sat next to Zayn."
"So what happened?"
"Security escorted him off school property," he says," he was cited."
"Like police cited?"
"Yeah,"
"Wow," I say," have you ever been cited?"
"Yeah," he says," once."
"For what?"
"Underage drinking," he says and we both chuckle a little.
"Right,"
"Okay," he says and stands up," let's go."
"Where?"
"To my car," he says.
"Okay," I say and he leads the way, his hand still gripping my wrist while he leads me out the door.
We drive to a Laser Quest which is a laser tag place.
