(77): Missing Girl

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Kyle's POV

"You filled in the wrong details, dumbass" Nathan tseks watching my paper.

"No I didn't" I argue.

He sighs loudly "The name of the company we went to on Tuesday was 'Copper Industries' not fucking 'Copper Incorporated'" He tells me pointing at my mistake.

"Man, whatever" I groan fixing it.

"What's wrong with you? You seem distracted" He asks putting the pencil down.

"I'm just uneasy about Chelsea-Anne going out without me. My dad has been relentless lately. He sent me a contract this week" I say.

I didn't tell Chelsea-Anne because I don't want her to worry. He's been sending me contracts to work for him none stop since the accident that he caused thinking I'd finally give in.

"Again, man?" Nathan's eyes widen.

I nod sighing "Yeah. I don't know. She's with Nicholas, right? Nothing bad can happen"

"Yeah" He reassures.

I hum deep in my thoughts. I'm always uneasy when she goes out without me but today it's worse for some reason. Maybe I'm being paranoid. I mean, Zach would warn me if anything were to happen. But I think dad has been shutting him out lately. The man can read through people like a magazine so I'm pretty sure he can tell that Zach is half-assed right now so he's not telling him shit.

Great.

"If it helps you feel better" Nathan says putting a hand on my shoulder and getting my attention "My dad is getting his parole hearing this weekend"

My eyes widen surprise "For real?"

"Yeah... he might be released" Nathan breathes running a hand through his hair.

"Woah, that's fucked up man"

"Just as long as he stays away from us. I'll really kill him, Kyle, if he tries anything"

Woah.

"Maybe he'll come back a better person. I've heard jail humbles the fuck out of people. Just calm down" I assure.

He shrugs "I don't know"

"Man, what's up with us and fucked up fathers?" I laugh, trying to make the mood lighter.

He laughs "It's a wonder we're not fucked up"

"Well, we are semi-fucked up" I muse "Aren't you always the one involved in fights? Especially for your girl?"

He laughs nodding "Yeah, that's me. Aren't you the one who treated your girl like shit at first?"

"Unfortunately" I snort.

"How are you two anyways?" He asks after we've laughed for a good two minutes.

"Good. Really good" I can't help but smile.

He smirks, waggling his eyebrows and I already know what he's going to ask "Yeah? And how's the sex?"

Knew it.

"Fucking crazy"

He laughs loudly "Oh shit, dude. You're so whipped. Remember when I said Chels wasn't all too innocent? You get it now, huh?"

"She's still innocent, just not in my bed" I laugh smacking his head.

The guy can't stop laughing.

Thinking about sex with Chelsea-Anne might just get me hard so I seriously need to stop. God, I can't believe how much I actually miss her right now.

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