Temptation

Chapter Twenty Seven !

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Chapter Twenty-Seven

Today was the day. I felt like this was my only break from a reality that didn’t seem too real. I was just going to hang out with normal teenagers and do things like hang out at the movies. That’s what most fifteen about to be sixteen year olds do. They hang at the mall, go shopping, gossip, eat junk food at sleepovers, and gripe about their flaws. I on the other hand was battling serious social inabilities, a vampire boy interested in for more than just friendship, a father dating what I’m assuming to be a gold digger, and just everything negative under the sun it felt. I hate when I complain like this though, I don’t like extending my stay on the pity pot.

                The movie didn’t start till ten thirty, great. So how was I going to get there? And would my Dad even allow me to go out that late. I’m only fifteen – and I’m the only daughter he has, nonetheless the only kid, so he probably is sort of protective over my wellbeing… maybe. My phone buzzes, it’s Meme.   

                Meme: Okay, our movie is almost over – you should start coming.

                Me: Okay, let me just tell my Dad, so… how was the movie?

                Meme: 4/10 – not enough blood, screaming, and pretzel twisted bodies.

                Me: LOL, I’ll see you soon.

                Meme: KAY! <3

                “Hey Dad, can I go to the movies with some friends?” I call up the stairs, I hear my Dad’s bedroom door opening, his face red, and tired, heavy bags under his eyes. He’s been working extremely hard lately. He sighs, and leans against the banner.

                “Well…?” I press.

                “Absolutely not, do you know what time it is young lady?” He folds his arms across his chest, and gives me a knowing look. “And who exactly are these friends?”

                “Meme… Violet… Fang… Razor.”

                “No, not tonight… it’s too late, and I’m busy doing work.”

                “What if I get someone to give me a ride?” I beg.

                “Fallon I said no, now… go to your room – or do something productive, jeez.”

                I fold my arms across my chest, and stomp my foot. “Why not!” I hadn’t realized how petulant I sounded, until he responded with a, ‘because I said so’, and walked away, ending the conversation. I grumbled to myself, walking to my room. “Old man, thinks he can tell me what to do! I’m almost sixteen got damn it, that’s gotta mean something!” I grumble inaudibly under my breath. I really wanted to hang out with them – I felt like if I didn’t show up the events they’d invite me to I’d inevitably fade out the picture leaving me to be a distant member which is something that I really didn’t want to happen.

                I needed a ride – I already had a plan of sneaking out, but I’d need a ride.

                Then it hit me – Alistair. Gosh I need a new variety of friends with cars that aren’t usually that busy, so when I call them and need a ride I won’t feel so awkward about it. Alistair always had a way of making not so awkward situations into the weirdest – maybe even disturbingly pleasurable situations.