An hour later my dad came home, and of course my mother filled him in on the situation the second he stepped in the door. I had been called down to the living room and was sitting in the center of our couch, with my parents sitting either side of the coffee table opposite of me. I felt like I was being interrogated. I almost laughed at how ridiculous this was.
"Your mother told me about the girl you had over" my dad said, trying to make eye contact with me, but I avoided it. I felt like crawling into a whole. I did not want to have this conversation with them, because I knew it wouldn't end well.
"Who is she?" my dad asked with such a calming voice, that annoyed me so much for some reason.
"Her name is Becca. We have a physics project together, and we're working on it" I explained while looking at the carpet. "And are you dating her?" he asked. I didn't know what to answer him. Me and Becca hadn't even discussed what our relationship was.
"Yeah, kind of" I said and looked up from the ground. He sighed and looked over at my mother. For a second it seemed like they communicated their thoughts to each other without speaking.
"Blake, you have never done anything like this before. Bringing home girls and having sex in your bed... clearly this girl is not a good influence on you" my dad said and placed his hand on the table, like he was laying out invisible facts, as if he was in a meeting at his office.
"Okay! There was only one girl, one time, and we weren't having sex" I defended myself. I could feel the anger building up inside me.
"That's not what this is about. You've never acted like this before, until this girl came into your life, and we do not approve of this Blake. Let alone the way she looks!" my mother said in a harsh tone. I felt like everything inside me was boiling. I hated the way she spoke about Becca. How could she judge her so hard without even knowing her?
"You don't even know her! She's an amazing and funny and kind girl. And yes, she looks different, but that's one of the amazing things about her, she's so careless to what others think of her" I said. I felt my parents losing patience with me for every word I said.
"You can't be seen with someone who looks like that. You know what that will do to your reputation?!" my dad raised his voice at me.
"Well maybe I don't care!" I said and raised my voice also. My heart was beating faster. I had never challenged my parents like this before. I had always done what they said and been respectful to them. But in this case, I couldn't do it. They weren't going to take Becca from me, she made me feel happier and more alive than anything had ever done before.
My dad looked at me with a surprised, but horrified look before he spoke again.
"You know what our deal was Blake. We would let you finish your last year in a public school, and in return you would make sure your grades were kept at the best, and afterwards you would go to law school. That was our deal" he repeated the last part to me slowly, like I was stupid.
"This girl will only jeopardize your future with either distracting you from performing your best in school, or ruining your reputation so no law school will take you in. I will not tolerate that Blake" my father said. I looked over at my mom who was giving me the same serious look as him. I wish I could take a picture of their faces and show it to them, just so they could see how ridiculous this all was.
"I really like her dad. I don't want to end it just because-" I spoke, but he cut me off.
"Either you break it off with this girl or you go back to private school" he said and everything inside me turned to ice. There was no way I was going back to that school, that couldn't happen.
"What? I'm 18! You can't just force me-" I started, but again I was cut off by my father. I was getting pretty sick of being cut off by my parents all the time.
"You end it with her or its back to the private school" he said once again. I ran a hand over my face and sighed deeply. I hated being scolded like this by my dad. I had never seen him being so angry with me before. Not even when I was 6 and me and my friend had cleaned his Mercedes with rocks.
"Fine" I finally caved while looking down at the carpet.
"Fine what?" my dad pushed. He made me feel like filliping the coffee table over. "I'll break up with her tomorrow at school" I looked at him. My dad nodded at me and tapped the coffee table with his hand once, like he was a judge, settling an agreement in court.
"Are we done then?" I asked and stood up from the couch. "We are" he said and stood up himself. I turned around but my dad called out my name before I could escape the living room.
"Remember son, we only want what is best for you" I heard him say. I didn't turn around to look at him, I just kept on walking towards my room. "Yeah right" I quietly said to myself.
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