The Cheating Game

Ch. Four

Ch. Four

The rest of the week flew by and it was finally the weekend. I was wrapped up in my blankets with my dad watching Rugrats on Netflix. Apparently he didn't have to be at work until four today, so I had the whole morning to hang out with my dear ole dad. How I missed the days when I could just hang out with my parents.

"So how was your first week Pumpkin," he asked, stretching out his back.

"It was okay," I shrugged, shimmying further into the blankets. For some reason it was chilly in the living room.

"How come you aren't going to that party with Jacob," he asked.

"Because I know that if Jacob is going he's going to get too drunk to drive, so I'll have to go rescue him," I explained.

"You can still rescue him if you go to the party. I trust you not to get drunk," Dad reasoned.

"Are you trying to get me out of the house," I feigned surprise.

"No, of course not.," he said unconvincingly. I laughed and hit his head with a throw pillow. We watched Rugrat for a few more minutes before Jacob rushed downstairs.

"Where's my blue polo," he called, searching through the couch cushions.

"I think it's in the laundry room, why," Dad asked.

"I want to wear it tonight but I can't find it," he said, heading down the stairs. I shook my head.

"That boy could lose his head were it not attached to his body," I sighed. Dad laughed and nodded in agreement.

"Well, I should get going for work now. It was nice hanging out with you sweetheart but duty calls," he said, getting off the couch and kissing my forehead.

"Okay. Bye Daddy! Have fun," I called as he slipped on his shoes.

"It's work honey," he called back. I laughed and waved as he got into his car and drove off. I settled back into the couch and watched some more Rugrats until Jacob emerged from downstairs with an annoyed look on his face.

"Can't fine it," I asked. He shook his head.

"Want me to check in my basket," I asked. He nodded and dashed upsatirs. I walked up and into my room and shifted through my stuff.

"Not in here," I yelled.

"It's all good, I found it," Jacob called back to me. I rolled my eyes. He proabbly forgot to look in the second drawer of his dresser where he kept things that didn't fit in the place he kept the rest. That drawer had more seperate clothing articles than a thrift shop. 

*&*

It was almost 9 and Jacob still hadn't left yet. I was currently enjoying a bowl of cookies and frosting and watching him looking impatiently through the windows.

"Who are you waiting for," I asked.

"Grayson," he sad and joined me in the kitchen.

"How come," I asked, chomping into another cookie.

"Becuase I can't leave you here alone and he's going to make sure nothing happens to you," he siad. I pouted.

"I can stay home by myself you know. I'm 17 not 7," I reminded him.

"Yea but you still can't cook for shit and I'd rather not come back to a home burnt to a crisp. Plus if I leave you here alone you'll probably feed on all our sugar food," he said. I was about to argue but the doorbell rang and Jacob ran over to answer it.