A Good One Gone

Chapter Two

As soon as we were back at my house, less than a mile away, I got out of the car and slammed the door. Dad got out of his side and walked behind me. I waited for him to unlock the door, but he just stood there. He turned to look at me with his hand still on the door knob.

"What were you thinking skipping school today, especially with him?" He asked snobbily.

I turned to look at him, and said,"First of all, I didn't plan on skipping school today, Secondly, don't talk about Jake like he's a criminal! He has a name you know, it's not him, it's Jake. And don't hate Jake because he's the only one who survived that car crash that both of Jakes parents died in." I yelled at him emphasizing Jakes name. My dad just looked at me with a look that's like 'How dare you yell at me!' and he let's go of the door knob. I grab it and shove past my dad and make my way up stairs to my room. I pass my mom in the hall and she just looks at me, then over the stair rail at my dad at my dad that's still in the door way. I open my bedroom door and throw my things on my bed. I turn on my light and close the door, even though I feel like slamming it and shattering it to pieces over the disgust for my dad. But I thought better of it because then I wouldn't have a door to shut him out with.

I gaze around my room at my pink plush bed, cyan walls, tan floor and icicle lights dangling from the ceiling. I walk over to one of my two matching pink chairs and sit. I switch on the lamp on the night stand. I look at my book I have setting on my night stand, pick it up, then set it back down. I walk across my room, running my fingertips across the keys of my grand piano just light enough for there to be a sound, look at my closed laptop on my desk at the end of my bed, then go to my closet. I open it to only find dozens of the same school uniform, winter coats, shoes, and my dirty cloths in a hamper on the floor. I close the doors and walk over to my dresser in the other corner.

I open my fourth drawer and pull out the gray tank that annoys my dad,closed it, and opened my fifth drawer and pulled out a pair of faded booty shorts. Im not the kind of person that would willingly wear anything short in public, except for my uniform, which was a plaid skirt, white shirt, plaid jacket, knee socks, and flatts. I closed the drawer and went back to my closet. I set my cloths on the dresser and started to undress. I unbuttoned my jacket and threw it in the basket. I then took off my flatts and placed them neatly on the closet floor. I then peeled of my right sock, then my left.

I unbuttoned my skirt and it fell to the ground. I picked it up and threw it in the basket. I then slowly started to unbutton my white blouse. I slipped it off my arms and tossed it into the hamper. I turned around so I could go get my other cloths to change into. I hate being naked for too long, it doesn't feel right. When I turned around I saw my window was open and the pink curtains were blowing. I looked over at my bed and saw Jake sitting on my bed watching me. My cheeks instantly turned bright red. I'm not sure if it was because I'm wearing a very lacy white matching bra and panty, or the fact that he watched me strip. He just sat there smiling, as I turned and rushed on my cloths.

"What's the rush?" He asked nonchalantly. I was zipping up my shorts when he was finished.

"There's no rush, how'd you get in, it's a two story window?" I asked amazed, as my blush lightened a little.

"Never underestimate an old Indian boy like me..."he smiles with a little laugh. I walk over to him and sit on his lap. "Are you okay?" He asks me looking deep into my eyes searching for any hint that I'm not.

"Yeah I'm fine, I just yelled at my dad and came up here, and, well , you know, you watched me." I said smiling. He glanced over at my piano.

"Can you please play for me?" He asked. I nodded and as I got off his lap and slid onto my sleek black piano bench as he scooted on next to me. I cracked all of my fingers and stretched, trying to look precessional when I seen him smile, I couldn't help but smile back. I started playing Fur Elise, the first song I ever learned. I was done shortly after and he smiled."your amazing, truly amazing." Jake said. I was blushing again, then I heard footsteps coming toward my room, then muffled talking. "I better go. Love you!" He told me then softly and gently pressed his lips against mine.

"Love you too!" I whispered to him as he jumped out my window. Shooken by what I just saw, I ran toward the window, he was already past my driveway. I ran to the piano and started playing Fur Elise again. Three knocks rapped against my door. "Come in." I said calmly, expecting one of my parents, when Stefanie walked in.