My Peculiar Man

Part Eleven

My father looked towards my mother, unsure. It was only in situations such as these that he looked to her for help.

My mother was smiling, looking pleased with Dad's frustration. Dad hated situations where he couldn't act as he wanted, which was not a lot. So Mum was secretly pleased whenever he was stuck in a situation he couldn't deal with.

Dad looked at me helplessly when Mum didn't volunteer any help. He was supposed to say something but he didn't know what.

"So I guess you're both okay with it," I said.

"Lucas is a lovely guy," Mum smiled. "I'm sure he will become a very successful model someday. The team lead he was working with told me he is very professional and hardworking."

"I know," I said proudly, "he's perfect."

"But can't you wait a bit longer?" Dad liked Lucas just enough to not knock him in the head whenever he came over. But then he was a father. He would probably have problems with any guy I dated, no matter how perfect.

"I have waited long enough, father. And you do realize that other girls would have done it by now without telling their parents. But we don't keep things from each other. That's why I was asking you."

"Of course," Dad grimaced. He didn't like being reminded that he had kept things from me and that I currently held the higher moral ground. "Thank you for informing us. We won't forbid you from doing anything. You're not a kid anymore. Just make sure to not get into any trouble."

"Thanks, Daddy," I smiled. I knew how difficult it was for him to say yes.

As I lay down in my bed to sleep, I thought about how I was going to inform Lucas that I had asked my parents. He would be very pleased, I thought, as I recalled the way his eyes had blazed when he saw me in that nightdress. 

I thought of texting him but then decided it would be better to surprise him. I should wait in his room when he got back from his photoshoot session this weekend, I thought, anticipation suddenly throwing all sleep from my eyes. I had to go shopping for some appropriate wear with Becca first, that nightdress wouldn't cut it. What does one wear when you want to seduce your boyfriend into doing unspeakable things to you?

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Becca wasn't waiting for me by the locker when classes ended like she always did. I looked around, trying to spot my best friend. I wondered if she got held up in class. She would text me if anything came up. 

I checked my phone. Nothing.

Strange. 

"Looking for Rebecca?"

It was Jenny, standing in front of her locker nonchalantly swiping through her phone.

"And why would you care?" I tried to sound like everything was perfectly dandy, but I had an uneasy feeling about it. Reasons?

First of all, Jenny was looking very smug, as if she knew something I didn't. I wondered briefly if she had gotten Becca into trouble. It was possible. She hated us.

 And secondly, Becca always waited for me here, in front of my locker after school was over. She had texted me a few times she hadn't been there. The last time she wasn't here and didn't text me, her grandmother had died and she had left school in a hurry. 

Jenny smiled without looking up from her phone as if she knew exactly how I was feeling. It irked me.

That was the problem with having best-friend turned enemies. They knew you too well.

"Well, I don't care very much, to be honest,"  she said, eyes still on the phone. "But you looked like you were about to have a panic attack. I thought maybe you would have a heart attack and die. You would be doing the world a great favour, you know."