The Key to her Heart

Chapter Twenty-One

How is the bill this high when the prices on the menu are so low? Eighty five dollars and ninety two cent! Who in the hell is going to pay for this? I look at the menu I had put to the side and look at all the stuff we ordered. My stuff was fifteen dollars while Molly's was ten.
"What did you order Dad?" I asked.
"This." Dad said pointing at what he ordered.
His food was twenty dollars.
"And you Mom."
"The one next to your fathers."
Hers was twenty five dollars. Damn did we get rich all of a sudden, why are they ordering all the expensive food? And where is that extra fifteen dollars coming from? I take another look at the check. Our drinks were three dollars and seventy five cent. Oh my God.
"Alright, how much do you want me to contribute?" I asked, pulling out my wallet.
"At least half of it." Dad said.
"Wha-half of it?" I asked.
He nods.
"Why?" I asked.
"Because your father and I have been doing somethings." Mom replied.
I look at her.
"What kind of things?" I asked.
"It's . . ." She looks at Molly who is staring back at her. "Private."
I groan.
"Fine." I said as I pulled out forty dollars.
I put the money on the table and Dad grabs it and pulls out his wallet.
"And I'll pay the rest." He said.
When Dad is counting his money I begin to count my money. I only had fourteen dollars left. Shit! It's time to get back to work. Also that reminds me Little Miss McKenzie hasn't payed me for my one night stand with her you know this dick ain't free (everybody knows that)! I'm going to have to talk to her Monday at school.
"Okay we should be good, lets go." Dad said.
Mom smiled at Dad as we all get up and begin to walk out the diner. We all wave at Riley who was busy taking care of a rude fat guy. She managed to smile at us and wave back. When we were outside Molly had said that she wanted to ride with Mom and Dad back home which was awesome because I needed to go take care of some stuff before the party, including telling Mom and Dad that I'm going to a party. When I get in my car I turn on the heater because it was kind of cold due to the rain.
I then pull out my phone and text Rodgers.
Me: Let's meet up?
It took a while before Rodgers answered.
Rodgers: Yeah come pick me up and take me to the mall I need some more clothes for you know what.
I smile at my screen. This boy just went to the mall last weekend to get some more clothes for his sessions with the girls he picks up at parties.
Me: I'll be there soon.
That's when I remember that he was grounded.
Me: Wait aren't you grounded?
It took a long time before he replied.
Rodgers: Come on man, you know me.
That text was then followed by:
Rodgers: You know I'll come up with a lie, now get your ass over here!
The drive to Rodgers place wasn't that bad. When I got there I noticed another car in the driveway. Oh that's probably why he said he needed more clothes for his sessions because he was trying to get out the house away from the company he had. As soon as I pull up in his driveway he comes out the door, looking fresh. His hair was done, the clothes he had was fire. Honestly he just looked fly.
"Hey, man." Rodgers said as he got in the car.
"Hey." I said, still looking at his fit.
"You like it?" Rodgers asked.
"Like what?" I asked.
Rodgers shut the door and said:
"Bro I caught you staring at my outfit."
"Oh, yeah, man it's a nice outfit." I said.
"Yeah, I call it the lady magnet because it attracts the teenage girls but not only them but the grown women too." Rodgers said before laughing.
I raise my eyebrows at him. How the hell does a grown woman fall for a teenage boy?
"They think I'm just a little short man." Rodgers explained.
"How many women have you picked up with that outfit?" I asked, pulling out the driveway.
"Uh, about . . . ten to eleven." Rodgers replies. "All around the ages of thirty to thirty five."
Damn. Can I borrow that outfit?
"So." I say. "What lie did you come up with this time?"
"Oh I told her that there was this project due on Tuesday and I needed to go to your house to finish it." Rodgers replied.
Not bad Rodgers, not bad at all.

We were halfway to the mall when Rodgers had to use the restroom and he started acting like a five year old.
"Dude can you wait until we get to the mall?" I asked.
"No!" Rodgers replied, squirming a little.
I sigh as I approach a stop light. I look around and to my right I saw a gas station.
"Do you think they'll let you use their restroom?" I asked, pointing at the gas station.
"It's worth a shot." Rodgers said.
His hands now cover his male part while I hadn't been paying attention to the road. The car behind me hunks at me to let me know that the light is green and I drive off. Since I was on the far left side of the road I had to pass the gas station to and a U-turn.
"The place is right there, what are you doing?" Rodgers asked.
"Shh, just let me drive." I said.
"If you don't take me to that station right now I will piss all in your seat." Rodgers threatened.
I stop on brakes hard, making Rodgers jerk forward. He hit his head on the dashboard and looked at me like I was crazy while all the other cars zoomed by.
"What the fuck you do that for?" He asked.
"Piss in my seat and I will choke you until your throat closes, understand." I said.
Rodgers eyes widens at my threat to him.
"Okay, okay I'll shut up and let you drive." Rodgers said, his voice more calm.
"Thank you." I said as I began to drive again.
When I got to the gas station Rodgers hopped out the car before the car had came to a complete stop. He then runs into the store, bumping into a middle aged man. I laugh a little as the man yelled at Rodgers who now is at the back of the store. A few seconds later the man comes out of the store and he was still talking shit.
"Fucking rude ass." The man grumbled.
Wow . . . someone's not having a good day.
Seconds turned into minutes and minutes turned into an hour. Damn what was Rodgers doing in there? Did he fall in the toilet? I was about to unbuckle my seatbelt and go in to check on him when I saw him get in line. He had some items in his hands.Ugh what is he buying? After watching him for a few more minutes he comes out with two bags in his hand.
"What did you get?" I asked as he got in the car.
"I few snacks." He said, shutting the door.
I look at the two bags. In one I could see a huge bag of some type of spicy chips and in the other bag I could see candy and other delicious sweets.
"Did you get any lollipops?" I asked.
Rodgers smacked his lips.
"You know I got some of those." He said, reaching into the bag full of sweets. "Also don't call it a lollipop around me okay? Call it a sucker."
"Okay." I said, taking note of Rodgers request.
Rodgers hands me the lolli-sucker and I reach out for it but before I could grab the sucker he retracts it. I look at him.
"What do you call it around me?" He asked.
"A sucker." I said.
"Buen Chico." He said, giving me the candy.
I take the candy and unwrap it. Sticking it into my mouth Rodgers says:
"Oh I saw that girl you were stuck with yesterday."
I was confused. I wasn't stuck with—the lockdown.
"Karina?" I asked bring the engine to life.
"Yeah."
"Did she say something to you or something?" I asked, reversing out of the parking space.
"Actually I said something to her." Rodgers replied.
I step on the brakes hard making Rodgers bump his head against the dashboard again.
"Ay, you need to stop doing that." Rodgers said.
"What did you say to her?" I asked.
"I just informed about the party tonight at Stewart's." Rodgers responds.
I sigh.
"What?" Rodgers asked. "Wait . . . you don't have a crush on her do you?"
Ignoring Rodgers question I began to drive again.
"Answer my question." Rodgers demanded.
"It's none of your business." I replied as I drove into the road.
"You do." Rodgers said.
"I don't!" I say, my voice deep.
My throat started becoming dry while my heart started beating against my rib cage. What is it with this girl? No girl has ever made me feel this way . . . ever!
"Just admit it." Rodgers said.
"Rodgers." I said through gritted teeth.
"Fine." He sighed, sitting back in his seat.

When we got to the mall the first place we went to was some new shoe store that I had never heard of. They sold name brand shoes like, 'Nikes', 'Jordan's', etc. Rodgers found a pair of all white kicks and they were fire. An employee comes up to us and asks if we need help.
"Yes, can I get these in a size eight." Rodgers said. ". . . And your number."
I look at him and the employee chuckles.
"My number has exactly two eights in it so . . ." She said.
She then goes to the back to see if they had a size eight in the shoes Rodgers wanted.
"Smooth." I compliment.
"Like butter." Rodgers said with a stupid grin on his face.
Eventually the employee came back with a box in her hand.
"Yes!" Rodgers hisses.
"You're in luck, this is our only pair in a size eight." She said, handing Rodgers the shoes.
"Is a man lucky enough to get the pretty girls number?" Rodgers asked, trying to smolder at the girl.
The girl laughs. Her smile is bright. It might be because of her sparkly white teeth.
"I have a boyfriend." She said. "Sorry."
She then walks away. I look at Rodgers trying to bite my smile away but I couldn't help myself.
"Damn bro you just got reject with the 'I'm sorry I have a boyfriend' quote." I said.
Rodgers picks up a shoe and acts like he was going to throw it at me.
"You're bluffing." I said.
"No I'm not." Rodgers said.
I look at the cord that kept anyone from stealing the shoe and then back at Rodgers.
"Okay then . . . do it." I challenge.
"Really?" Rodgers asked.
"Really."
I sit back on the bench I was sitting on and Rodgers throws the shoe at me. The shoe misses and goes flying back hitting Rodgers in the chest.
"Ah!" He groaned, grabbing his chest.
I laugh.
"Bluffing." I said.
"I wasn't bluffing." Rodgers said, struggling to get the words out.
"You're such a baby."
"If it weren't for my rib cage my lungs would be destroyed!" Rodgers stresses.
"Uh-huh."
"Why did you let me do that?" He asked.
"I didn't see the cord." I lied.
"Yes you did."
Rodgers stands up straight and he glares at me, his breathing heavy.
"What?" I asked.
"Asshole." He replied, sitting next to me.
I smile at him.
"Thank you." I said.
Rodgers punches my thigh making me laugh. I then look in the mirror in front of me and see a guy in a sports jersey. His body structure was similar to mine and those muscular arms look very familiar. I turn around and look at the guy. I only see his back half so I really can't tell who the guy was but there was something about him that made him see . . . familiar. Who is this guy?