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Chapter 59, Alexander

My father is walking hysterically around the house, cleaning. That's not something he does often. He stacks and organizes the books in his study in color order. He picks up an orange book and scans it. Then he places it between two books with different shades of red. His eyes starts to survey the combination. He groans as he realizes it doesn't match that well.

He usually starts to clean when he's stressed over work. But now this is probably mom's doing. Dad hasn't told anything about what they discussed on Friday when I was at Liam's birthday party. Jonathan is as clueless as I am. But we don't want to pressure Dad.

Jonathan shifts his posture beside me. We're both standing by the doorway to Dad's study, analyzing what's up with him. Dad hasn't even noticed us.

"Should we say something?" Jonathan asks me, not taking his eyes off our father who is now scratching his neck in frustration. I sigh.

"Like what?" I glance over at my brother. He's biting his cheek, pondering on what to say to Dad.

"Maybe we should just ask about Mom?" Jonathan suggests, furrowing his eyebrows. "We have the right to know."

"Give him more time to process it," I tell Jonathan. "If he wanted to talk about it, he would."

"It's already Sunday. He had whole yesterday to process it." Jonathan looks me straight in the eyes.

I lean against the doorframe, biting my lip. I'm not good at shit like this. And it's not helping that Lacey is swirling amongst my thoughts all the time. The voice of her laughing at my bad jokes fills my brain. I feel myself smile.

"Jonathan's right," Dad states, snapping me out of my temporary daze. His eyes are pendling between Jonathan and me. I can see the dark circles underneath his brown eyes. "You've the right to know."

We settle at the dinner table. Dad has his hands intertwined together. He's rolling his thumbs around each other. Jonathan is nervously tapping on the table with his index finger. If I'm being honest, I'm pretty scared of the news myself.

"So..." Dad starts but quickly trails off. He stares at his thumbs. I bite my lip.

"How's Mom?" Jonathan wonders, raising his brows. Dad frowns, like he's not sure what to reply.

"She's okay. I think." My father nods to assure himself of his own answer. "Just a little bit thrown off by your reaction."

"What did she expect? That we would welcome her with open arms?" I snort and cross my arms over my chest. Jonathan gives me a look to pass some sort of message.

"Ignore him." Jonathan moves his gaze back to Dad. "What did you talk about?"

"About... That night." Dad finally lifts his eyes to meet ours. I gulp. "And why she left."

"Then why did she?" I question, perhaps a little bit too harsh. It's not exactly Dad's fault my mom's a coward.

"She would prefer to discuss about it with you herself," my father says, giving us a half smile.

"Of course she does," I spit out. Jonathan narrows his eyes at me.

"Would you just shut up and listen to Dad for a sec?" Jonathan raises his voice. Dad looks surprised at Jonathan. Jonathan most have learnt that phrase from his idiot Wyatt friend.

"Whatever," I mutter underneath my breath, not wanting to start a fight. I'm pretty curious what Dad has to say, but I'm just so annoyed with Mom. "Please continue."

"Right." Dad clears his throat. "She wants to have a talk with you in person, whenever you're ready."

I nod but Jonathan doesn't seem too pleased with the answer.

"That's all?" he asks.

"Yes."

"So she's not gonna move back home?" Jonathan questions. I mentally facepalm. Does he really think it works like that?

"No, that's not the plan." Dad presses his lips together.

***

"An e-boy and the Red Riding Hood. Sweet." Max smirks at me and I glare back at him.

"Hot," Dylan corrects him.

"Weird," Liam adds.

"You guys are so stupid," I state, smiling, and shake my head at my dumbass friends.

We're hanging at Dylan's house. His parents are at an event. Unfortunately his sister Mary is home though. But she couldn't care less about us. I don't blame her.

They live in a mansion. It's skyblue from the outside and mostly white and grey on the inside. They have this massive backyard with a tennis court. Dylan used to be pretty good at tennis, but then he got more into girls and partying.

His parents expects him to follow in their footsteps since Mary didn't accomplish it. By knowing Dylan for three years now, I'm not quite sure it's going to happen. Dylan isn't dumb exactly, he just doesn't give a shit about the most things.

"How's the sex?" Dylan asks matter-of-factly and I grimace. I'm not going to share anything that has to do with Lacey with them. She's mine.

"None of your fucking business," I tell him irritated. It's enough with having a nosy little brother, I don't need nosy friends as well.

"Just asking, jerk." Dylan rolls his eyes at me at the same time as his cat jumps onto his lap. He starts playing with its fur. The cat relaxes and closes its eyes.

"Well, don't," I snap and hold Dylan's gaze until Max begins to laugh. "What's your fucking problem?" I ask him.

"This is so entertaining," Max says, still laughing. I don't have the energy to deal with stupid shit like this with them right now. The talk with Dad was too exhausting.

"What is?" Liam wonders and I want to give him a hug for not being a complete idiot like the rest of us

"Alex of course! It's so fucking strange to see him like this," Max says and motions to me.

"Please clarify," I tell him.

"In love," he utters like it should be obvious. His expression swaps from a grin to serious before he continues. "Truly happy."

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This was Alexander's last chapter! Lacey's will be out on Saturday.

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