The Wild One

Chapter 9

I knocked on the front door and waited.

There was no answer. I knocked again, but still there was no answer.

Just as I turned and walked down the steps, it started to rain.

I looked up at the sky and said, sarcastically,"Thanks."

I hurried back into the Jeep and started the engine.

With one last look at the house, I rode back to the main road.

When I got home, I rushed out of my car and up to the house.

I quickly dug out the keys out of my pockets and hurried inside.

"Stupid rain.", I muttered, slamming the door behind me.

Just then the phone rang and I darted to the kitchen to get it.

"Hello?", I said, a little breathlessly.

"Hey, Lea. Me and some of the guys are going to Mickey's in town. Wanna come?" It was Luca.

I rolled my eyes and said, "Sure. What time?"

There was a second of silence before he answered,"We'll come pick you up at four. You'll be home by six tonight, so don't worry." 

I just rolled my eyes again and said goodbye.

Then I dailed my mom's number.

My mom had no problem with mh plans and told me that she wouldn't be back till nine, since they were still trying to solve their 'big problem'.

I quickly said bye and then ran upstairs.

It was already three, so I threw my bag into the corner of the room and walked over to my closet.

After looking through everything, I decided to dress classy but casual.

I pulled on a pair of faded, blue jeans and a long sleeved, white shirt.

Then I swopped my trainers for my favourite pair of black Chuck Taylor's.

By the time I finished combing through my hair and put on the now inescapable beanie, a car honked outside.

I grabbed my purse from my desk and ran downstairs.

Then I rushed out the door and locked it, before hurrying to the minivan that stood waiting for me.

Luca jumped out from the front seat and helped me in.

Then he also got back in, shutting the door.

With that we drove back to the main road, turning towards town.

"Yo, Sam. Wanna rematch?", Stephen yelled from the pool table.

I looked over to where Sam stood sulking and bit my lip to keep from laughing.

Sam stood against the bar, pouting.

Stephen, Luca's older brother, had beaten Sam in both the previous games.

I took a swig of my beer, just as my phone rang.

I dug the phone from my purse and checked the number:

Incoming call: Asshole Dad.