My Stepfather

Four.

It was when we pulled into Bessy's did I realise we weren't heading home. He parked the car and jumped out and I followed suit. The car journey had been rather quiet and slightly awkward but I knew as soon as we stepped into the diner we'd be having some father - daughter bonding time.

Oh, joy.

I walked to the end of my truck and saw that he was waiting for me. Once I caught up with him he wrapped an arm around my shoulders. I didn't complain or shrug it off. As much as I didn't want it there it felt good. So I just kept telling myself that it was because I had no energy to argue.

We walked in and it was the typical american diner with the red and white checkers and old music.

He took my hand and guided me to the far corner booth. I slid into it and sunk into the red leather.

"Hi there. Welcome to Bessy's. Are you ready to order?" A waitress in a white dress uniform said. She looked about my age. I think she went to my school. She looked like Barbie. And she completely ignored my existence as her back was towards me. She looked at my step father like she wanted to rape him on the table at that second.

"Oh hey there Barbie, yeah we'll order now." I said in a perked tone just to piss her off. She turned and faced me. After giving me a dirty look she said "ugghh. Beau. What do you want, skank?" Looks like she did come to my school.

"Food, b-tch. What does it look like? Now if your done eye raping him, put your boobs back in your top and serve me. You wouldn't want to lose your job, would you?" I said while crossing my arms. I smirked as her jaw dropped to the floor. I could hear him snicker and let out a chuckle which made me smile even more.

"Who the f-ck do you think you are, you low life wh-re?" She turned to my step father and put on a flirty face. "Do you want me to get her to leave?"

"Obviously f-cking not. I bought her here, why would I want her to leave? And for the record the only low life wh-re here is the one serving others at a diner for a living with her boobs toppling out. Don't talk to her that way or I'll have you wish you never existed. Now serve us, b-tch." I couldn't hold it in any longer and let loose my laughter. It bubbled out of me and not long after daddy dearest joined me. After our laughter died down we finally ordered.

"You're paying by the way." I said to him.

"I brought you here so of course I'll pay. By the way did you know that chick? She knew your name." He said rather casually.

"Good. And No. She probably goes to my school." I said shrugging my shoulders.

"Miss popular, huh?" He said with a raised eyebrow.

I scoffed. "Far from." His confused face told me to elaborate. "I'm schools most hated. I do have a reputation to uphold."

"What did you do so bad to be most hated?" He said. His eyebrows creased.

"Are you kidding me? You didn't just see me be a total b-tch to that girl?" I said. Was he not here? Is he deaf?

"Yeah, but she was a b-tch first." He exclaimed.

"She obviously has a reason to be. Have you met me? I'm a total b-tch to everyone I meet. Its easier. You don't need to care. Once you care, you get it blown in your face when they leave." I trailed off muttering more to myself than him although I could tell he heard.

"I clearly don't see what they see." He said before pursing his lips and playing with the salt shaker.

"Oh? And what is it that you see?" I asked. Now I was curious.

"I see a beautiful, edgy girl who knows her shit and can throw one hell of a punch. I see a girl who knows how to defend herself and doesn't let anyone in easily. I see a girl who I would rather be nailing up against a wall right now if I weren't married to her mom." My face was heated. I looked up to see him staring at me with a lustful and curious look. I didn't know what to say but thankfully I didn't have to. Just then the waitress walked up and set our food down. I stared down at my burger and fries and heard my stomach growl.

I looked up to see the waitress give one more seductive look to him before walking off.

"Why didn't you get her number? You could have had a good lay." I said, curiously.

He gave me a look of pure disgust. "I don't want her. Besides, I'm married to your mom." He gave out a sigh and ate a fry.

"Why did you say that like being married to my mom is a burden? Oh right, that's because it is. My bad. Besides don't feel bad. She's probably had sex with a different guy already. So feel free to f-ck her." I said gesturing to barbie with a fry.

"I don't know if I should be more worried at how casually you said that or more offended that your mom is cheating on me besides, why do you resent me so much?"

"Yeah, our walls aren't really sound proof so my mothers one night stands can be heard loud and clear. And look at it in my shoes:
1) It's Monday and I loath school but I have to be there.
2) My mother calls me and tells me over the phone that she spent the weekend in Vegas and not on a business trip.
3) I didn't know you existed let alone dated my mom for four f-cking months and then married her. And I find out your living with us.
4) I walk into my own house to find my mom sitting half naked on a guy ten years younger than her and he's totally hot, who also happens to be my step dad.
5) You are annoying.
I could go on further if you want?" I took a fierce bite out of my burger and chomped on it before washing it down with my chocolate shake.

"Okay if it helps, I didn't know about you either until earlier today, when I found out your mothers real age and I find you hot too. Let's hook up." He sent me a cheeky grin and I kicked him on the shin.

"There are also two things very wrong with what you said. First, I have not dated your mom for four months. The first time I ever saw her was last Saturday and I was drunk, if it helps my case. Second, I am not annoying."

My fry fell out of my mouth. He hasn't dated my mom for four months? Well sh-t. Someone's got a lot of explaining to do.