The Games We Play

Chapter Ten:

Chapter Ten: Maci POV

  What am I going to do? What am I going to wear? So many questions and no answers. I’m going crazy. I might as well just give up now. Breathe. I just need to breathe and look at my options.

  I need help. But who? Hmmmm… Marissa? No, she said she had things to do with Greg. Ha, and she calls me the dirty prostitute. I could ask Alex? But I don’t know if that’s her kind of thing. Ah, what the hell.

  I grab my phone of the bed, and scroll to Alex’s ID. Get your lesbie ass down her, NOW! SEND.

 Five minutes later and Alex is standing in the center of my room. Standing in what has to be the only spot of my room that closes aren’t covering. “What do you want? And must you call me ‘lesbie’?”

 I point at the mess, “What does it look like I want, and yes, so help me… LESBIE!”

 Alex ignores my name calling and walks into my closet, “What are you looking for exactly.” I opened my mouth to answer her, but nothing came out. I actually never answered that question for myself; actually I never asked myself that question. What was I looking for? Sexy? Casual? Desperate? Me desperate… that’s funny!

 Alex steps out of my closet and walks over to me. She lays out an outfit; white cut-offs and a navy blue stripped tank. Wow, Alex has good taste or she just thought like me. Either way she did a good job. Alex obviously saw that I was happy with her choice, so she walked out of my room.

  I need some music. Where’s my iPod? I check my purse, my dresser, my decks, and then I walk the perimeter of my room, but still no iPod. Ugh, it must be under all the damn clothes. Guess I’m rearranging my room, for the second time today. After about ten minutes of searcher under, and in my clothes I finally found my fucking iPod. But of course it wasn’t under or in the clothes it was on my bed, exactly where I’d been sitting. Bullshit.  

  I hook my iPod up to the stereo, and scroll to something worth listening too. The music starts blaring; GIRL, YOU MAKE MY SPEAKERS GO BOOM, BOOM. DANCIN’ ON THE TAILGATE IN THE FULL MOON. THAT KINDA THING MAKE A MAN GO MMM, MMM. YOU’RE LOOKIN’ SO GOOD IN WHAT’S LEFT OF THOSE BLUE-JEANS… I plop down on the mound of clothes that now covered my bed.

  Oh, Maci Girl what are you getting yourself into? PING. I reach for my phone.

  ONE NEW MESSAGE. PETER. Whoa, this is like magic. Everytime you think of someone they just appear. Hmmm, I wonder if it works for food? PIZZA, PIZZA, PIZZA. Think real hard Mac. I open my eyes, but of course no pizza. Sadface.

  I slide the message open. Hello, beautiful. (: What are you doing?

  Just… Fucking freaking out about tomorrow …relaxing. What are you doing, handsome? SEND.

 PING. Oh, you know just thinking about some girl. (; EPPP! He’s thinking about me! Wait what if it’s someone else? HA, like that’s possible. You can’t get much better than this.

  You are, are you? Well, she must be one lucky girl. SEND. Oh, Peter how I’d love to be in your arms right now. Can’t it just be tomorrow night already? Pretty please!

 PING. It’s not her that’s lucky it’s me! <3 …Maci, are you nervous about tomorrow? Me nervous? About tomorrow… Uhhh, fuck yeah! I’ve got a shit load of emotions for tomorrow. And they range from dying of happiness to dying of fear. It’s all very emotional.

  Me nervous? Please, I don’t even know the meaning of the word. (; SEND.

  PING. I wonder what he said to that one. I wonder if he bought it or he saw right through it? “MACI! Can you come up here please!”

  No, Mom! I’m fucking busy! “Yes, mother! Coming, mother!” Well, Mr. Kelly, you’ll have to wait for a response to whatever it was you said.

  I toss my phone on my bed, and make my way to the stairs. This better be good, but I doubt it.

***Jack POV***

  It’s nice to be home.

  I haven’t seen my family in over a year. My wife looks just as beautiful as she did the day I left for Switzerland, just as beautiful as the day I married her; twelve years ago. And my little girl… well, she wasn’t a little girl a year ago and now she’s probably all grown up, about to go to college. I I’m glad I’m back for her senior year. But things are different now.

  A lot can happen in a year. A lot has happened in a year. I went to Switzerland for many reasons. Some are known to my whole family, and others are only known between my wife and me. One of the reasons I went to Switzerland is for work. I’m a Petrologists; I study rocks. My work is very important to me, but so is my family. It was very hard for me to leave them, but they supported me. My work has always taken me places, you see. I’ve been to Greece, Argentina, etc., but I’ve never been gone that long. A year doesn’t seem that long, but when you’re a husband, a father, a provider; a year feels like a decade.

 I’m afraid. I’m afraid that my wife has moved on. I’m afraid that my daughter won’t need me anymore. But the biggest thing I’m afraid of is that after I tell my daughter what needs to be told that she won’t want me anymore. That is my biggest fear; that my own flesh and blood won’t want me in her life. I wouldn’t blame her though. I’d rather it not come to that, because I need my daughter. I love my daughter. But I’ve done something’s and I’m not proud of it, so I don’t expect her to me okey with it either.

 But for now I’ll put a smile on my face because I am glad to be home.

I look up to the sound of light footsteps. She stops the second she sees me; my daughter. It feels like the day she was born. I’m getting to see my daughter for the first time. Her beautiful face, her hazel eyes, the brown hair, of course it is longer now, but she’s stills my little girl.

 “Dad?” Her voice is soft. She sounds as if she’s seen a ghost.

“Hello, Maci.” I open my arms, and she comes rushing towards me. I close my arms.

“I’ve missed you, Daddy.”

 “I’ve missed you too, Sweetheart.” It’s nice to be home.

--------------------new POV... Maci's dad is back from Switz, but what was he talking about when he said he need to tell Maci sumthing???

hehehehe, kind of a clift-hanger.