➳ Overcome ➳ |L.T|

➳ Chapter 2 ➳

*Blake*

I woke up the next morning feeling tired. I stayed up late to study but I don't do that everyday. The school started and I don't want my grades to drop, so I read some pages of the History book and did my homework. After that, I couldn't concentrate anymore, so I undressed myself and went to bed. But now I'm tired and don't feel like going to school. Plus, I have to talk to Dawn, or Kathy as she likes to be called, I have no idea why. Dawn already 'likes' me so all I have to do is get along with her, which is going to be difficult because she's fucking annoying. Oh, well, anything for dad.

When my alarm clock rang, I turned it off and got up lazily making my way to my bathroom to shower. I did my routine. I showered, dried my hair and brushed it, brushed my teeth and got dressed. A dark red sweatshirt, black skinny jeans and black boots. Good to go. I picked my bag up and slipped my phone in my right pocket, when I got out of my room, Natasha was walking up the stairs. 

"Good morning." I said to her politely and she smiled at me.

"Good morning, sweetie. Your dad is in the kitchen waiting for you, he made breakfast today." She told me chuckling a little.

"Let's hope he doesn't poison me like last time." She giggled shocking her head.

"Don't worry, I tried it. It's good this time." She walked past me.

"You helped him, didn't you?" She got in her bedroom laughing and ignored my question.

I rolled my eyes and went downstairs to the kitchen, my dad was leaning against the counter with a cuppa in his hand and the newspaper in the other. He noticed me getting in and looked at me and smiled widely.

"I heard you made breakfast." He nodded and pointed at the plate that was placed on the end of our dining table. It looked good, simple and it smelled great. 

"I know you love those. And I asked for Nat's help." He placed the newspaper on the counter and we sat at the table.

"I knew you did, these are great." I told him after taking a bite on my chocolate pancakes, he looked at me pretending to be hurt.

"Are you implying that I can't cook?" He asked pouting.

"No. I'm stating that you can't cook to save a life." He laughed and I took a sip on my orange juice.

"Meanie." He told me with a smirk and drank from his tea. "You know," He started looking at his tea. "You're turning 18 soon." I looked at him with an eyebrow raised.

"So..?" I said and placed another piece of pancake in my mouth. 

"What do you think about getting your drivers licence?" He asked and looked at me with curious eyes.

"Why? You don't like driving me to school?" I asked confused.

"No, no, no. It's not that." He said serious. "I just thought that you might want to drive yourself, I know you like to do things on your own and I just brought this up because you didn't." He explained.

"Well, I don't want to." I said finishing my pancakes and juice quickly.

"Why not? It could be good for you. I would even buy you a car and everything." With this I stared at him for a moment.

"With what money?" I asked and he frowned. "The bookstore doesn't give you the kind of money you could spend without worrying about bills. Don't waste money on things we don't need, dad." I got up and placed my plate and cup in the sink. "I need to go to school now. I'll walk today. See you later." I said and left the kitchen with my dad still looking at me with a frown.