28 | The Great Misunderstanding

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If there was one thing I knew for sure, it was that the phrase 'good morning' was an oxymoron

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If there was one thing I knew for sure, it was that the phrase 'good morning' was an oxymoron. There was no such thing as a good morning, especially when said morning included waking up at for yet another day of school.

Fortunately, this particular morning was a Friday, and while I may have hated having to haul my ass out of my nice warm bed, at least I had the long weekend to look forward to. While celebrating Columbus Day may as well have been like celebrating a genocide, I couldn't deny that I was still thankful that we got Monday off.

The prospect of a three day weekend motivated me enough to roll out of bed and stumble into the shower, realizing the sooner I got started on the day, the sooner it would be over. Twenty minutes later, I was dressed in Trinity's universally unflattering uniform as I breezed into the kitchen, surprised to discover that the twins weren't around. Usually they were downstairs before I was, either arguing about whose turn it was to wear some exclusive pair of shoes or giggling over a cute guy that had caught their eye. Today, however, the kitchen was quiet.

"Where are the twins?" I asked my father as I handed my tie over to him and hopped up on the counter. "Don't tell me they left early for school."

"That's what they said, but I'm not sure I believe them." Charles shrugged as he moved around to where I was sitting and draped the fabric around my neck, quickly setting to work on the knot. Though we didn't spend much time together, this had become one of our morning rituals. In a way, it was our distant version of bonding, though it was unlikely that either one of us would admit it out loud. Clearly I had gotten my pride from him. "Oh, by the way, your mother called."

"Why is she calling you?" I asked suspiciously as he tightened the knot around my neck. "Mom only does that when she can't get in contact with me. And as far as I know, she hasn't tried to call in a couple days. What did you two talk about?"

"You, mostly. You're the only thing we have in common anymore. She did say something about coming to visit on Tuesday before she headed out to Paris."

Oh, God. "What for?"

"Beats me, but she sounded excited about it, so consider yourself warned." Charles dropped his hands from my shoulders and took a half step back, checking his watch in the process. "I better head out. Traffic is always awful on holiday weekends. You need a ride to school?"

I shook my head. "That's okay. Sebastian should be here soon."

"I still can't believe you're dating that kid after all you two have been through," he snorted, shrugging into his suit jacket. "I'm not sure I like the idea of you with him. Or hell, of you dating at all. To me, you're still that little eight-year-old I used to spend hours with in Toys R Us with. Now look at you. Seventeen and practically all grown up. My God."

I couldn't help but crack a grin. "Don't get all sentimental on me, Dad."

"It's hard not to." He looped an arm around my shoulders and pulled me into him, dropping a loud kiss on the top of my head. "I'll see you later, kiddo."

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