my father’s room, it’s empty. I run downstairs, smelling coffee lingering through the house. He’s standing in the kitchen, hovered over the Chicago Tribune, sipping his coffee.
“Morning, Kat.”
“You’re here.”
“Where else would I be?”
I shake my head, but don’t answer.
“Kat”
“Yeah.”
“I feel like a complete jerk. I missed your birthday. I’m so sorry. I mean I remembered, but I forgot last night. I was wrapped up with work and Rebecca.”
I shrug. “It’s fine, no big deal.”
How else am I supposed to answer him, “Yeah, hey dad thanks for being an asshole and ditching me for Rebecca. By the way I have a totally gorgeous guy in my room.”
“You’re wrong. It’s not fine. It’s your eighteenth birthday.”
I stand there silently picking at the blueberry muffin on the counter. He knows they’re my favorite.
“Come with me,” he says, dragging me along by my hand. “I have something to show you.”
He pulls me toward the front foyer, and out the door. All I can think about is the fact that I have a Abercrombie like boy, waiting for me in my bedroom. I quickly think of his brown wavy hair, his amazing green eyes and oh, those muscles that were showing ever so nicely in his Tee.
Sitting parked in the driveway with a big red bow is my eighteenth birthday present.
“Oh my God, Daddy.”
He leans over kissing my forehead, “I had it set up for delivery a week ago and then well, last night. Anyway, Happy Birthday, Kat. I figure you’ll need a car for Arizona.”
My mouth is now completely hanging to the pavement as I try to breath. Sitting there in front of me, is a shiny black convertible Volkswagen Cabrio.
I reach up to hug him, even though I feel like someone is running inside my head, tossing footballs around.
He pulls away, “Kat, you wreak like alcohol.”
Oh, crap.
I shake my head, looking down.
“I was at a party last night. I just had two beers,” I lie.
Please, please believe me is running through my head. I don’t think mentally I can get into this right now.
He looks at me, “No more drinking, Kat. You’re only eighteen.”
I quickly answer, “No problem, trust me.”
He turns toward the garage with his keys in his hand.
“Are you leaving?”
“I’ll be back by one, let’s take a drive this afternoon. We’ll see how she purrs.”
“Absolutely!”
I run back into the house, Cameron is walking down the steps.
“Coast is clear.”
“Yeah. I heard. Nice ride,” He pauses briefly before grabbing my hand. “Why didn’t you tell me it was your birthday last night?”
“I didn’t tell anyone, not even Gabby.”
He takes a deep breath.
“I gotta run. Happy Birthday, Kat,” he says, leaning in kissing my cheek. “I’ll see you at school.”
“Hey,” I say.
As he begins to walk out, I grab his wrist. “Thanks, again.”
He turns smiling, shaking his head. “No problem.”
CAMERON
My heart feels like it could stop any minute as I approach my locker. I can see a pink flyer fastened by tape to the front swaying as air was being pulled in from the doorway. As I get closer it confirms what was being said in the hallways. In big bold red letters it read: KAT HARPER, FREE LAP DANCES AND STRIPTEASE SHOWS BY REQUEST ONLY.
I tear it down quickly, grabbing my books and sprint toward the hallway, that would lead me to Kat. I knew if this was posted on mine, it was sure as hell gonna be on hers. I didn’t want her to see this, she was upset enough already. I kind of figured she’d take a little shit for the dance, but I had no idea how it would go down. I feel oddly protective of her, and have no idea whose idea this was. As soon I find out, they’re gonna pay.
As her locker comes into view, she is already standing there, with her head as far inside as she can get it. I stop, taking a breath before I approach her, knowing this isn’t going to be pretty.
I look around, people are staring, laughing at her, even
“Morning, Kat.”
“You’re here.”
“Where else would I be?”
I shake my head, but don’t answer.
“Kat”
“Yeah.”
“I feel like a complete jerk. I missed your birthday. I’m so sorry. I mean I remembered, but I forgot last night. I was wrapped up with work and Rebecca.”
I shrug. “It’s fine, no big deal.”
How else am I supposed to answer him, “Yeah, hey dad thanks for being an asshole and ditching me for Rebecca. By the way I have a totally gorgeous guy in my room.”
“You’re wrong. It’s not fine. It’s your eighteenth birthday.”
I stand there silently picking at the blueberry muffin on the counter. He knows they’re my favorite.
“Come with me,” he says, dragging me along by my hand. “I have something to show you.”
He pulls me toward the front foyer, and out the door. All I can think about is the fact that I have a Abercrombie like boy, waiting for me in my bedroom. I quickly think of his brown wavy hair, his amazing green eyes and oh, those muscles that were showing ever so nicely in his Tee.
Sitting parked in the driveway with a big red bow is my eighteenth birthday present.
“Oh my God, Daddy.”
He leans over kissing my forehead, “I had it set up for delivery a week ago and then well, last night. Anyway, Happy Birthday, Kat. I figure you’ll need a car for Arizona.”
My mouth is now completely hanging to the pavement as I try to breath. Sitting there in front of me, is a shiny black convertible Volkswagen Cabrio.
I reach up to hug him, even though I feel like someone is running inside my head, tossing footballs around.
He pulls away, “Kat, you wreak like alcohol.”
Oh, crap.
I shake my head, looking down.
“I was at a party last night. I just had two beers,” I lie.
Please, please believe me is running through my head. I don’t think mentally I can get into this right now.
He looks at me, “No more drinking, Kat. You’re only eighteen.”
I quickly answer, “No problem, trust me.”
He turns toward the garage with his keys in his hand.
“Are you leaving?”
“I’ll be back by one, let’s take a drive this afternoon. We’ll see how she purrs.”
“Absolutely!”
I run back into the house, Cameron is walking down the steps.
“Coast is clear.”
“Yeah. I heard. Nice ride,” He pauses briefly before grabbing my hand. “Why didn’t you tell me it was your birthday last night?”
“I didn’t tell anyone, not even Gabby.”
He takes a deep breath.
“I gotta run. Happy Birthday, Kat,” he says, leaning in kissing my cheek. “I’ll see you at school.”
“Hey,” I say.
As he begins to walk out, I grab his wrist. “Thanks, again.”
He turns smiling, shaking his head. “No problem.”
CAMERON
My heart feels like it could stop any minute as I approach my locker. I can see a pink flyer fastened by tape to the front swaying as air was being pulled in from the doorway. As I get closer it confirms what was being said in the hallways. In big bold red letters it read: KAT HARPER, FREE LAP DANCES AND STRIPTEASE SHOWS BY REQUEST ONLY.
I tear it down quickly, grabbing my books and sprint toward the hallway, that would lead me to Kat. I knew if this was posted on mine, it was sure as hell gonna be on hers. I didn’t want her to see this, she was upset enough already. I kind of figured she’d take a little shit for the dance, but I had no idea how it would go down. I feel oddly protective of her, and have no idea whose idea this was. As soon I find out, they’re gonna pay.
As her locker comes into view, she is already standing there, with her head as far inside as she can get it. I stop, taking a breath before I approach her, knowing this isn’t going to be pretty.
I look around, people are staring, laughing at her, even
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