I managed a garbled, and unclear, “Oh shit.”
“Junior,” dad said again. Thank god, the couch faced away from the hallway so my dad wouldn’t get an eyeful.
“Up here,” I squealed out.
Summer sat back up licking her lips and fluffing up her hair. She crossed her legs and leaned back casually beside me twirling a piece of her hair around her finger. She didn’t miss a beat when my dad appeared.
“Junior, there you are.”
“Yep, here, I am,” I said trying to gather my composure, but my voice squeaked.
Summer giggled and subtly licked her lips dropping her hand from her hair, letting it fall across her chest before resting on the couch between us. My dad saw none of this. I grabbed a pillow next to me and adjusted it so it was covering my lap since I wasn’t exactly zipped up.
Summer turned away from me to face my dad, “Hi Mister Castle.”
“Summer, didn’t know you were coming over.” He gave Summer a smile before leveling his gaze on me, “Junior you didn’t answer my calls.”
My dad couldn’t see but Summer’s hand was on my thigh again creeping under the pillow.
I swallowed. “Sorry,” my voice cracked and I tried to clear my nerves by coughing. “I didn’t hear my phone."
My dad crossed his arms, "I thought we had an agreement." My dad was referring to the document he made me sign before agreeing to pay for my cell phone—I had to answer all of his calls. Period. No exceptions. Consider it another drawback to having a lawyer for a father, they knew how to make everything you did legal and binding.
“Sorry Mister Castle it’s my fault, I was so concerned about his eye I haven’t let him do anything strenuous.” Again she was smiling.
My dad was smiling too. “All right well, don’t let it happen again.”
Oh god, did he know? “Yes, dad.”
“How’s the…” my dad drew a circle around his eye with his finger then pointed to my face, “… eye?”
Seriously? Pantomiming? “Fine,” I said, "Summer is taking excellent care of me." Summer’s hand was sliding over my open fly.
My dad smiled and nodded his head. “I’m sure she is.” He did know didn’t he? Dad clapped his hands together, “Will you two be here for dinner?"
Summer arched a brow her eyes focused on me all while her hand was stroking something else. “Actually, were supposed to meet some friends at Romano’s if that’s okay?" Again my voice sounded all squeaky like I was going through puberty again.
“Make sure you’re home by one,” dad said, “Summer give my best to your folks," he added.
“I sure will," Summer said.
My dad then disappeared into his room.
“Oh my—"
I didn’t even get any words out and Summer lunged at me covering my mouth with hers.
The parking lot to Romano’s Little Italy was full. Pretty standard on a Friday night. I backed out of the lot and parked on a side street. This time, Summer waited for me to open her door and gave me another kiss before taking my hand. Emily was outside the restaurant and waved at us when we walked up. She took a drag off her cigarette before snubbing it out with the heel of her boot.
Every time she took a drag her eyes got real squinty and her nose wrinkled up, not attractive at all. Another thing I didn’t miss about Emily, her constant bad breath. I never told Emily this, but I hated kissing her, even the gum she chewed didn’t hide the taste of cigarettes that clung to her mouth whenever she smoked.
“What took you so long,” Emily said when we reached her. She ignored me and focused her attention on Summer, “I can’t handle it."
Summer gave me a kiss on the cheek and let go of my hand and put her arm through Emily’s, “Don’t worry I’m here."
My time of being taken care of was at an end.
I opened the door and both girls walked in, keeping ahead of me talking girl stuff and leaving me out of it. We found Nate and Kyle seated at a horseshoe booth towards the back.
“Junior,” dad said again. Thank god, the couch faced away from the hallway so my dad wouldn’t get an eyeful.
“Up here,” I squealed out.
Summer sat back up licking her lips and fluffing up her hair. She crossed her legs and leaned back casually beside me twirling a piece of her hair around her finger. She didn’t miss a beat when my dad appeared.
“Junior, there you are.”
“Yep, here, I am,” I said trying to gather my composure, but my voice squeaked.
Summer giggled and subtly licked her lips dropping her hand from her hair, letting it fall across her chest before resting on the couch between us. My dad saw none of this. I grabbed a pillow next to me and adjusted it so it was covering my lap since I wasn’t exactly zipped up.
Summer turned away from me to face my dad, “Hi Mister Castle.”
“Summer, didn’t know you were coming over.” He gave Summer a smile before leveling his gaze on me, “Junior you didn’t answer my calls.”
My dad couldn’t see but Summer’s hand was on my thigh again creeping under the pillow.
I swallowed. “Sorry,” my voice cracked and I tried to clear my nerves by coughing. “I didn’t hear my phone."
My dad crossed his arms, "I thought we had an agreement." My dad was referring to the document he made me sign before agreeing to pay for my cell phone—I had to answer all of his calls. Period. No exceptions. Consider it another drawback to having a lawyer for a father, they knew how to make everything you did legal and binding.
“Sorry Mister Castle it’s my fault, I was so concerned about his eye I haven’t let him do anything strenuous.” Again she was smiling.
My dad was smiling too. “All right well, don’t let it happen again.”
Oh god, did he know? “Yes, dad.”
“How’s the…” my dad drew a circle around his eye with his finger then pointed to my face, “… eye?”
Seriously? Pantomiming? “Fine,” I said, "Summer is taking excellent care of me." Summer’s hand was sliding over my open fly.
My dad smiled and nodded his head. “I’m sure she is.” He did know didn’t he? Dad clapped his hands together, “Will you two be here for dinner?"
Summer arched a brow her eyes focused on me all while her hand was stroking something else. “Actually, were supposed to meet some friends at Romano’s if that’s okay?" Again my voice sounded all squeaky like I was going through puberty again.
“Make sure you’re home by one,” dad said, “Summer give my best to your folks," he added.
“I sure will," Summer said.
My dad then disappeared into his room.
“Oh my—"
I didn’t even get any words out and Summer lunged at me covering my mouth with hers.
The parking lot to Romano’s Little Italy was full. Pretty standard on a Friday night. I backed out of the lot and parked on a side street. This time, Summer waited for me to open her door and gave me another kiss before taking my hand. Emily was outside the restaurant and waved at us when we walked up. She took a drag off her cigarette before snubbing it out with the heel of her boot.
Every time she took a drag her eyes got real squinty and her nose wrinkled up, not attractive at all. Another thing I didn’t miss about Emily, her constant bad breath. I never told Emily this, but I hated kissing her, even the gum she chewed didn’t hide the taste of cigarettes that clung to her mouth whenever she smoked.
“What took you so long,” Emily said when we reached her. She ignored me and focused her attention on Summer, “I can’t handle it."
Summer gave me a kiss on the cheek and let go of my hand and put her arm through Emily’s, “Don’t worry I’m here."
My time of being taken care of was at an end.
I opened the door and both girls walked in, keeping ahead of me talking girl stuff and leaving me out of it. We found Nate and Kyle seated at a horseshoe booth towards the back.
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