𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐑𝐄𝐈𝐃

𝖢𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝟫

- 𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 -

"Did you even finish that worksheet?" Grace asked Mila while we sat in a group call.

"Of course I did. Mila lied making me laugh while I got ready.

"You're such a fucking liar." Grace gasped.

"Am not." Mila defended making Grace roll her eyes.

"Show me the worksheet." Grace said.

Here." She said showing it on the phone.

"That's not yours. It says a different name on the top!"

"I changed my name." Mila shrugged.

"It's insane on how hard you'll keep lying after getting caught."

"When is it even due?" I asked.

"Tomorrow! Monday freaking morning." Mila gagged.

"We were so wasted from Friday it carried to Saturday." Grace sighed making me laugh.

"Did your dad take you home? You never told us." Mila said.

"Um.. yeah. He had to get my car the next day though." I lied. I knew if I told them that Reid took me home they'd freak and talk about it for the entire week.

Mila wasn't a fan of Reid because she said he was a rude arrogant asshole.

And Grace just didn't like any other guy except her boyfriend.

"Hm, so your dads going this time? To see your mom?" Mila asked.

"Yeah we should be leaving when Santi's ready." I shrugged. We go see my mom every Sunday.

Sometime my dad doesn't.

He can't handle it and it really just sucks but at the same time I can't blame him for not wanting to go.

"Sure you don't want us to go with you?" Grace asked.

"I'm sure. I can handle it." I assured them. I grabbed my phone off the bed saying goodbye and leaving the call.

"Dad are you ready?" I asked knocking onto his door. I heard footsteps as he slowly opened the door.

"I'm not going today, you and Santi can take the truck." He told me.

"What?" I asked.

"I'm just not feeling well right now." He told me but I knew it was a lie.

"You know how Santi feels when you don't go.." I trailed.

"I know and I'm sorry. I'm just not feeling up to it today. I'll go next time I promise." He told me making me sigh.

"Dad - Make sure you lay down some flowers." He told me cutting me off while closing the door.

I rubbed my face knowing that this would've probably happened.

I went downstairs seeing Santi by the door. "Where's dad?" He asked.

"He um.. he doesn't feel well today but he told us to go." I told him. He pouted a bit but nodded while walking out of the house.