Living with Mr. Playboy

Chapter Three | "I Fucked Up!"

Chapter 3

"I Fucked Up!"

"Damn it!" I punched the siren on the wheel, then out of anger, immediately took the seat belt off and got out of the car.

I looked at it and groaned. God hates me today, doesn't he?

I contacted an auto repair shop, which said they'll come after 30 minutes. I looked at the time and saw it was already 8 pm.

This called for another groan.

After coming out of the dinner place with Tally, I was heading home, but guess not anymore with my broken car. And I have no more money for the bus. Just great! Even more so that Tally has a date tonight!

I was in the middle of the street, across the park. I looked over there, then sighted. The only idea I had was to walk around and wait for the people who'll repair my car come. And that's just what I did.

I walked over the half destroyed road of stones around the park, and at least, after 5 minutes, I saw a playground.

I smiled a little and went over to the swings. I started swaying just a little then going a little bit faster, getting higher. I felt the nice air flow against my hair and knee length dress.

The sun was about to set. This was a really beautiful scenery that brought back childhood memories. It has been a long time since I've last met my cousins. We used to play a lot when we were kids. Heck, we were on the same classes from elementary until the end of high school.

I started to slow the swinging little by little, until my feet felt the ground. I felt my phone buzzing from the pocket of my jacket and saw the caller ID.

August Eldar.

I literally have no more expectations for Tally since this wasn't her.

I just looked at the screen for a little while before shutting it down. I looked at the scenery for a little bit before I felt the phone go on again.

And so, I turned it off again.

And it went on again.

And I turned it off again.

August was being really persistent. So I gave up and opened it.

"What do you want?" I whisper yelled through the phone.

"Being friendly from the beginning of the call, aren't you?" he chuckled. "I was worried since you didn't come home. By now, you should've returned."

"Are you my dad?" I raised an eyebrow, listening to him sight.

"No, but if you keep acting like a child then I might as well adopt you and become so." I could sense him smirking.

"Why'd you call?" I groaned.

"Ah, do I need a reason to?"

"Yes, yes you do."

"Well," he started saying, "I was preparing some spaghetti for the both of us so when you come back I could surprise you and make it like a fun little date. Guess it's not so much of a surprise right now, is it?"