Remember Me…Your Girlfriend?
“Tell me again why you had to drive me.” I muttered moodily, my arms crossed as I glare outside the windshield and onto the headlight lit streets.
“You don’t have a driver’s license, so there’s no way I’m letting you take control of this steering wheel.” My dad reasons, trying not to seem amused at my misery by forcing to keep a strict look on his face while keeping his eyes on the road.
I sigh in annoyance. I might not have a driver’s license, but I can still drive. Stupid Germany and their laws. Just because you have to be eighteen to legally drive alone, I’m stuck without a license. I was supposed to do a drivers test here, but my parents keep on pushing it away and say ‘soon, okay? We’ve only arrived a few weeks ago’. It’s been over two months now and nothings changed.
I’m glad they at least let me go to the football game tonight. And for the first time since I’ve been back in San Francisco, I was sleeping over at Alexis’s. It was a whole lot easier than having to call my parents so they could to fetch me again later. Okay, that’s not the real reason why I’m sleeping over at Alexis’s. I just didn’t have the heart to say no when she offered.
I promised myself to try and make this work. Even if I feel slightly uncomfortable in here presence now. Alexis is still Alexis. Mostly.
I pull my coat tighter around me. It’s really cold and I’m still wearing my tidy black pants, because those were the only formal pants I had for the dinner. They have a really thin material that is really smooth and slippery. Was it satin? I don’t remember. All I know is that it sucks to look presentable. My white button up shirt isn’t much warmer either. Its short sleeved and reaches up to my neck. It shows absolutely no cleavage. Like I said, formal and presentable.
Even this black coat I’m wearing is formal. It’s like those coats the spies wear in the movies. Except mine is black and not that beige-brown.
I pull out my phone and text Lucas.
How r we doin?
Could he even text me back? Probably, because all he has to do is dance around in that stupid Tiger suit all game long. At least no one has been teasing him anymore. People seemed to have gotten Jason’s message when he wore that costume. Seeing the star of the school wearing it gave them a whole different perspective.
It’s just like a dress. If a girl from the science club would wear a potato sack, people would laugh at her and call her names. But if a cheerleader came to school wearing the same potato sack, people would think it’s weird but they wouldn’t dare comment on it or make fun of her.
Maybe the potato sack isn’t a good example for a Tiger suit, but you get the point.
My phone made a beep, pulling me out of my thoughts. I open the message and check the screen.
Not so good, we’re losing.
That surprised me. I was so sure we were going to win. I wonder how Jason’s feeling right now.
I text back. Sitting back with another sigh.
“What’s wrong?” My dad asks, seeming to have noticed my change in mood, which is actually weird since I was annoyed at him a minute ago.
“Mackenzie’s losing.” I state simply just as my phone beeped again.
My dad’s brows furrowed in confusion. “That’s bad. You sure you still want to watch it then?” he asks, sounding doubtful.
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