"Honey, will you take my book for a second?" I asked. He took my book and I dropped his hand to dig into my purse. I grabbed a piece of gum and stuck it in my mouth. I got out a piece for Nick and handed it to him. I took my book and our hands automatically clasped together again.
Nick and I have been together for two and a half months now. My father of course, keeps up with the constant plans of having dinner with Brad's family and our wedding plans are well underway.
Nick and I walked into homeroom together and took our seats.
"Marissa. Do you think you could run this paper to the office for me quickly?" my teacher asked.
"Sure," I agreed getting up.
"I'll be back," I sighed and walked up to the teacher and took the paper.
I walked out into the halls, which were still pretty crowded. I made my way through everyone and right as I turned the corner to go to the office, I bumped into someone.
"I am so sorry!" I exclaimed looking up to see who I bumped into.
"Hey," he said smiling.
I glared at him and brushed past him.
"Hey it's ok. Oh hey! Did I tell you your dad is planning on us going to Homecoming together?" he asked.
I stopped and turned around.
"Sorry, I already have a date," I said cooly.
"Right. And Im so sure Pretty Boy can make your night wonderful," he rolled his eyes.
"Yeah, a lot more than what you could do," I snapped.
"Right, Im so sure of it," he said and walked off. I rolled my eyes and continued into the office. I gave the paper to the secretary and walked back to class. Nick was sitting with his head down on the desk.
"Wake up sweetie," I whispered softly in his ear.
I saw a little smile spread across his face as he lifted his head. I sat in front of him and leaned in close to him, he leaned in close to.
"We're going to Homecoming together, right?" I asked.
"Of course baby," he said smiling.
"Good," I sighed in relief.
"Marissa, you need to go shopping for your Homecoming dress," my father ordered as we were sitting at the dinner table, eating. Brad was eating over tonight. I swear, if Nicole gave him one more dirty look that boy would have a hole in his head.
"Yeah, I know. Nick and I already have everything planned," I commented.
It wasnt true, the only thing Nick and I planned on was going with each other, but I needed to make sure my dad knew I was going with Nick and not with Brad.
My fathers fork dropped in frustration and he looked at me.
"I think you and Brad will be attending the dance together," my father said sternly.
"No, thats ok, really. I'll much rather go with Nick," I said, continuing with my dinner.
"You are not to see him," my father ordered.
"You cant tell me who I can see and who I cant see," I said glaring.
"I do as long as you live under my roof," he said.
"Then, I'll move out," I said smiling.
"I'll call the cops and declare you a runaway," he said smiling back.
"You would love for a family member to be critisized for that, wouldnt you?" I asked.
"You're going with Brad or you arent going at all," he said.
"Then I wont go," I shrugged.
"Marissa!" he yelled. I jumped.
"What?" I asked annoyed.
"You are going with Brad and thats final. You've had enough to eat. Go to your room," he said.
"Wow, dont I feel like Im 12 again," I glared and got up and left the table. I walked by Ruthie and she gave me a sympathetic shrug.
When I got to my room, I dialed Nick's number and patiently waited for someone to pick up.
"Hey baby," Nick said picking up.
"Which girlfriend were you expecting?" I joked.
"Trisha, is that you?" he teased.
"Ha Ha. I got bad news," I began.
I told him about my father and waited for a reaction.
"Well, what are we going to do?" he asked.
"I dont know. What do you think?" I asked.
"Just go with Brad and we'll meet up at the dance, you can ditch Brad and we'll spend the night together," he said. I guess you could say it was better said than done.
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