Ever since the death of my mom, I've been holed up in my room listening to music. Or going out to get laid with friends. I tried sneaking some in for a party but dad caught on. Classic 007. Nothing gets past him. Today is my 18th birthday, which my darling father forgot. I got up, as usual, wore my dress, and went down for breakfast. He's on the phone he usually is. I kiss him on the cheek before getting my cereal.
I hear honking and it's my friend. Zia John. I don't say goodbye because he won't acknowledge that. "Hey, girl! Happy Birthday! I got you a present"
Sighing I reply, "Zia, drive" that about says how I feel. I stare hard at the window and while dad looks out, I put a middle finger up. As she was driving she kept glancing at me. "What happened? You're usually excited when I tell you I got you a present"
"But this time, I want dad to understand and realize it's not just about him anymore! It's frustrating! I hate it!"
We get to school but our usual spot is taken up by a very cool sports car. Looks like the owner is not kidding around. I get out and tell her I'll meet her at homeroom, and went on to homeroom. The guy with the leather jacket was annoying me until lunch. Kept asking me for the notes and nudged me for pens. Zia and I were discussing what to wear and if I were gonna invite her to a party which my dad was hosting in 2 months. The leather jacket guy came sat at our usual table.
"What are you doing here?" I ask.
"I didn't come here because like you, I came here for a favor" he replies.
"And favor would that be?" I beg further. He kept looking back, maybe for someone. Then out of nowhere, he grabbed my shoulders and planted a kiss on my lips with his eyes closed. My heart was pounding even when he pulled away. "Tomorrow at lunch, I'll clarify this even further"
Getting up from the table he walks away.