"They're trying to get into some girl's pants"

"girl's? as in one?"

He turns his head to look at me"what do you think"

I was about to reply when the bell rang signaling me to go to class. I was starting to walk off when I notice Dalen was still in the tree.

"The bell rang"

"I heard"

"Are you not coming to class"

"Nope"

"Why not"

he didn't answer but let out a small huff of air as if he laughed. He looked back down at me and ran his eyes over me before making eye contact with me again" Because I don't want to"

Okay then. I walk down the hallway and then stop to remember what class I have right now. English, fuck

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"Dad, I'm home"

"In here kiddo" I walk towards the kitchen

"Dad, we've talked about this, I'm seventeen, you have to stop calling me kiddo"I give him a side hug

"Trust me, the day I stop calling you kiddo is the day I died"

"Not funny" I pull away and grab a drink from the fridge. I look over at my dad a notice he looks a bit on edge.

"You okay dad?"

"Yeah, it's just the past few days have been a bit hard it is all. Sorry, I didn't respond to your messages I was just busy with work and was distracted."

"It's okay dad, I don't mind" I give him a kiss on the cheek

I leave the kitchen and head to my room. I close the door behind me and place my stuff down before laying in bed. This sucks. I have no homework, no social media, and no friends to talk to

well there are the blonde boys

But could I even consider them friends? Not really. I mean giving someone a ride home one time cause they were being bullied is not technically a gateway to being friends. I prop myself up on my elbows

"Alexa, how far is the park if I walk"

"The nearest park is 7 minutes away from you"

I get up from my bed, making sure to grab my phone and keys before leaving my room and heading to the kitchen. My dad was sitting there staring at his phone.

"Hey dad, I'm going to head out to the park I'll be back soon I promise"

"Okay kiddo, see you when you get back"

I leave after saying goodbye and head to the park. Once I got there I notice there were just a few kids and some parents. I walked along the path and came across a tree. You know how much I love trees. I walk towards it and attempt to climb up it but fail miserably. I attempt again and again fail

"Need help" I turn around and see Mr. blonde boy

"Are you stalking me"

"it's a public park"

"and let me guess this is your tree too"

"Look, I asked if you wanted help, not to get snapped at"

"I wasn't snapping at you"

"Whatever, what are you doing here away"

"It's a public park"I mock him from earlier. Who does he think he is. Wants to help me out one day he gets mad at me for being in a tree the next then that same day wants to help get in a tree and now he's mad again. I swear, guys do have a period too. "I just wanted to go out on this fine Wednesday afternoon"

"One, it's not at all that fine and two it's Thursday"

"No, it's Wednesday"

"No, it's Thursday"

"No it's-" I pull out my phone to prove it to him but he was right it was Thursday, August 13. Dammit! I could have swearer it was Wednesday the 12-Wait it's the 13th!!!

Without saying anything else to Dalen, I ran past him and ran home. No wonder he's been acting stranger the past few days. How could I not tell, how could I have forgotten something like this? I rushed to the front door and struggled to unlock it at first until I got the key in the hole and finally unlocked the door.

"DAD! DAD WHERE ARE YOU!" I ran to the kitchen, living room, and the downstairs bathroom but he was nowhere to be found. I ran upstairs to his room and didn't see him anywhere until I heard noises coming from his bathroom. I ran in and saw in the tub. I ran and jumped in and slapped the razor out of his hand and hold down on both of his wrists

"Dad stop! please stop" I sobbed as I held him against me with his back to my chest "Please stop dad stop"

He cried against me. "I miss her, I'm sorry but I miss her"

"Stop"

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