When I got home from school dad was trying on clothes. He almost wore a suit and tie, till I told him he looked like a stiff.
"What wrong with a suit and tie?"
"You're going on a date, not to a funeral."
He laughed and put on a different shirt to go with the blazer I told him to wear.
"Okay there's pizza money on the table, are you sure I look okay?"
"Yes dad, now go before you're late,"
He kissed me on the forehead and left.
****
My pizza was late. I was pissed and hungry. When the doorbell finally rang I jumped from my seat on the couch and ran towards the door.
Only it wasn't the pizza man it was Jake. He had a sheepish smile on his face.
"Hey,"
"What are we doing here?"
"I wanted to talk to you, can I come in?"
"No."
He let out a long sigh, and ran his finger through his hair. "I figured I might get something like that," I crossed my arms over my chest. "Can we just--"
"Oh look my pizza's here,"
So maybe I was being a little bitchy, but I was annoyed that he showed up at my house. He was making it all the more harder.
The pizza guyed pulled up in the drive way I exchanged the pizza for the money, the whole time I could feel his eyes burning on the side of my head. It took every thing to not look at him.
"I'll see you around ,Jake," I told him before closing the door.
Suddenly I wasn't so hungry anymore, I did it again.
