Intertwined

Chapter 7: Your Have Got to Be Kidding me

Anastasia's P.o.V.-

It is finally Thursday, thank you god. The past two days have went by very quickly, between balancing my online classes afterschool and actual school I have stayed pretty occupied. I have officially claimed biology as my favorite class of the day. The teacher is pretty boring but the people in the class can be pretty hilarious. Like on Tuesday, Lucas, the nice boy from the first day of school comes in thirty minutes late for class. I could tell he was very aggitated by the way he kept shuffling his books around.

"Stone your late!" the teacher snaps.

"Well I am sorry I am late I was just too busy enjoying my time not being here." Lucas says sarcastically making the whole class burst into laughter including me.

In the end Mrs. Bradshaw gave him detention during his lunch break, which probably sucked ass. But I think it was totally worth the laugh. Today I have to wait in my moms office because when she gets off we are going to go meet my dad for some pizza. My mom finishes up some calls and we go to the car.

"Is dad gonna be off in order to meet us?" I ask my mom.

"He should be honey. Austin is also gonna meet us there in about thirty minutes. We can stop by the house if you want to change clothes real quick." she says.

"That sounds good." I say.

The rest of the carride is pretty silent; I put my headphones in and shuffle play John Mayer. When we get home I slip on some shorts and a hoodie. I love wearing oversized shirts and hoodies especially during the fall months.

"Ana, are you ready?" my mom yells from downstairs.

"I'm coming." I yell back.

Austin picks us up in his car and we drive to one of our favorite local pizza joints. My dad is already there and has gotten us a booth.

"Hey pumpkin!" my dad says while giving me a giant bear hug.

My dad and I have always been really tight, but with his job we hardly ever get to see him. He then goes over and puts Austin in a headlock and ruffles up his hair. Austin complains about how he isn't five anymore, which makes me laugh almost hysterically. We sit down and order one meatlovers pizza for the boys and a plain cheese pizza for mom and me. My dad asks Austin a couple questions about how soccer is going before talking about his day in the field to my mom. My family all together makes my heart happy. I listen to my dad, staying very intrigued.

"Oh yeah that reminds me." my dad says to me. "I had to pull one of your classmates over today for going 95." he says.

"Dang, he must have been pretty late." I say chuckling.

My dads face turns serious despite my efforts at a joke.

"Yeah he was flying. His licenses are going to have to be suspended and he has no other way to get to school sooooo..." he says.

Oh no. Hell no.

"I told him that you would be willing to give him a ride." he says in a whisper like voice.

"Dad seriously. I dont even drive to school. Plus he could be a psychopath for all I know!" I rant.

"Honey he is a good kid, and he is new around here. You can use your old car." he says.

I just shake my head in frustration. My old car.

"Why cant Austin just take him." I say pleadingly.

"Austin already has too many people in his car as it is. You know this. You might as well stop trying to find ways out of it; this is final Anastasia." he says.

You have got to be kidding me. They change the subject and start talking about some football game that came on last night. I get up and go to the bathroom. I look at myself in the mirror, and I honestly hate what I see. I splash some water on my face and walk out. I ride home with Austin, while mom rides with dad in his patrol car.

"Dad is just too good of a person An. He wasn't just gonna leave that boy without a way to get to school, and he was most likely desperate." Austin tells me trying to break the silence.

I just nod as a responce. And with that I must've fell asleep because I woke up in my bed with ten minutes left before my alarm rang. It was Friday my last day of getting to ride to school with my mom before I would have to drive that car. Oh how I was dreading having to be in that car again.