Infatuated (book 1)

Chapter 25 - How To Be A Professional Stalker.

♡ Chapter  25 – How To Be A Professional Stalker.♡

            MAYBE MY DAD  won't notice my absence.

            Maybe him and Linda won't be mad at me for staying out all night.

            Maybe they won't be mad for knowing I got drunk.

            These were basically all the thoughts running through my mind when I opened the front door. My heart was beating so fast and the house was so silent that I could almost hear it—which was impossible, of course. But you see, at times like this, I really wanted to be invisible.

            I closed my eyes tightly when I stepped in. I hoped that they were both out so I had the time to plan an excuse. Oh God, look at me. I'm even trying to lie to my father and Linda! I shook my head, I couldn't do so. I was not this type of 'teenager'. I never lied and I didn't want to start then. But I didn't want to face neither of them and I was not ready for whatever my father was going to tell me—or scold me.

            "Selena Marie Gomez."

            I sighed loudly when I heard my father's familiar voice. I finally opened my eyes to face him, leaning against the sofa with his arms crossed over his chest, a deadly serious look on his face. I'm so screwed.

            And my thought was proven right when he spoke up, "Where were you the whole night?"

            "Dad, I—"

            "Don't make any excuse," he snapped and walked towards me. "Linda authorized you to go out to this stupid party even without me wanting it and you just come back the next day? What is wrong with you? Are you frequenting the wrong people?"

            "No Dad. I'm sorry. I know I'm so late but I got...d..."

            My father's eyes widened. "The D word?"

            I sighed. He was overreacting. I'm sure every teenager out there got drunk once and he was acting as if saying 'drunk' was now a crime. "Yes. I got drunk," I stated with a little bravery.

            "Oh God, Selena. Why are you doing this to me? You were such a good girl and now you're into all of these? Where did you go wrong? I thought you hated all these stereotypical party scenarios and now you're being just like any deviant teenager out there."

            "No I'm not being deviant," I defended myself. "It was just a one time thing. I promise, it'll never happen again. I just wanted to have fun for once and I just got slightly drunk but I was able to maintain myself. I mean, I didn't do anything stupid and my friend just let me sleep at his house for the night. Nothing happened, I swear and it will never happen again. I still hate parties. I did this only for Jake, you know it. He didn't want to be alone. I felt so left out there and I wanted to prove them that I'm not as weak as they say. And I know it was stupid but it was out of peer pressure and I promise you, I won't do something stupid like this to please others again."

            He stared at me for a while, "His house? So it's a male. Why should I believe that nothing happened? You already disobeyed me." I had the urge to roll my eyes. I did a long speech for nothing as all he kept was the fact that I slept at a boy's house. Fathers.

            "Because you know I'm not like that. J-just trust me on this, please," I said desperately. He might not be on good terms with me right then but I knew he trusted me and I really needed that.