Reese's POV

"Mamá!" I yell.

"¿Qué es?" She asks coming into my room while trying to put on a pair of dangly earrings.

"I don't have anything to wear to dinner." Seriously all I own is casual clothes.

"Just put on a nice shirt and jeans," she says. "Something plain with no holes, rips, or tears."

I decide on a navy blue long sleeve and dark wash jeans. Then I dry my shower wet hair and spray on some Axe. All ready.

My dad takes us to this fancy French restaurant, Mon amour. They serve a lot of French food. A waiter leads us to our table and takes our drink orders. Afterwards he leaves us menus so we can decide what we want to order.

"It's nice to sit down as a family again," my dad smiles. Mom is positively glowing. She always gets like this after he comes back from a long trip. Even after all these years and all the time apart they're still madly in love.

It's a little sickening to be honest.

But that's just the fücked up part of me speaking.

I scan the menu. What the hell is half of this stuff?

"Why is the Pixar movie Ratatouille on the menu?" I ask.

My dad laughs. "Ratatouille isn't just a movie Reese, it's a vegetable dish."

Ok then I'll just skip that one.

I continue scanning the menu. All the names sound fancy and I have no idea what any of it is. Isn't there something remotely normal?

Finally I decide on honey glazed roast pork with apples. My dad gets some salmon dish and my mom orders beef bouillon.

This bill is going be expensive as hell. And we haven't even ordered desert.

"So what have I missed while I've been gone?" Dad asks.

Mom starts talking rapidly while I pull out my phone.

Me: help! @ dinner w/ my parents

Krystal: where'd you guys go?

Me: some fancy restaurant, I think it's called Mon amour

Krystal: oh I love that place!😍

Me: I don't. It's expensive as hell and I can't read half the shït on the menu.

Krystal: its French cuisine🙄

Me: it's I give no fücks

Krystal: I know you're not used to the finer things in life but try to enjoy your dinner. It might be the only nice one you have

Me: 🖕🏼

Krystal: 😂

Me: alright I'll talk to you later

Krystal: bye

I put my phone away and look up just as the waiter approaches with our food.

The roast is good although I have no idea why there's a side of apples so I just push those to the side. My parents turn their attention to me.

"So what have you been up to?" Dad questions popping in a piece of salmon into his mouth.

"Probably running around getting into trouble," my mom says. "Problemático chico."

"I'll have you know I haven't gotten into any problemas in like, a week. That's a record."

My dad chuckles. "So if you're not getting into trouble what are you doing?"

"Just hanging out with friends."

"How come you never bring these friends around?" Mom narrows her eyes at me.

"The same reason any teenager doesn't want to bring their friends around. The fear of their parents embarrassing them."

"Maybe another escoba to the head will change your mind," mom says and her and my dad laugh.

Only they would find beating me with a broom oh so hilarious.

For dessert I'm glad to discover they have regular chocolate cake so that's what I order. Overall it's a good dinner.

It would've been better if Val was there though.

*****

Marcus and I are chilling in the living room at his place when Krystal comes up.

"I guess it's true when they say never judge a book by its cover," he says.

"What are you talking about?" I ask lighting up.

"That Krystal chick. She's actually pretty cool. At first I thought she was just going to be a boujee bitch."

"I did too," I blow out smoke. It's weird. This whole thing with her was just supposed to be about sex but somehow it's turned into something more.

I'm not sure how I feel about that.

"You know," I start. "There is one thing I didn't tell you."

"What?" He shifts on the couch.

"She has a boyfriend."

He shoots up and stares at me. "Wait what?"

"Do I need to repeat myself?"

He laughs. "No way. No fücking way."

"You sound like a girl from White Chicks."

"Dude," he puts out his cigarette. "Where's her boyfriend?"

Come to think of it I have no idea where he is. He's not around that's for sure. I shrug.

"Fück if I know."

"I can't believe you snatched some other guys girl," he's laughing again. Why is this so funny to him?

"Care to share what's funny?"

"It's just her boyfriend must really suck."

"Or I'm just better," I wiggle my brows.

"You know the guy?"

"Some football player at my school. Josh is his name I'm sure."

"So what's gonna happen?" He questions. "With the whole situation?"

"I'll see how things play out."

Krystal's POV

"Kiss me in the D-A-R-K dark tonight, D-A-R-K do it my way, kiss me in the P-A-R-K park tonight, P-A-R-K let them all say!"

I sing loudly as I drive down to the mall for some much needed shopping.

"Hey Lolita hey, hey Lolita hey!"

Who doesn't love a little Lana Del Ray?

Today I woke up with the urge to go on a shopping spree. So that's what I'm gonna do.

I find a spot to park in the almost full parking lot and head inside. First stop, Urban Outfitters.

I hum as I sift through the racks.

You're in a good mood, my mind says to me.

It's a beautiful day outside.

Yes it is quite beautiful. But are you sure that's it?

What else could it be?

I don't know....maybe a boy?

I bite my lip and smile. A boy.

After leaving Urban Outfitters I hit store after store until I've got an armload of bags. Tired I stop at the food court and order a fruit smoothie. My phone rings.

When I see who's calling my good mood vanishes.

Josh.

I stare at my phone as it rings and rings.

Aren't you going to answer it?

In the end I let it go to voicemail.

I feel like reality is giving me a slap in the face.

I've pushed Josh out of my mind but I can't ignore him forever. He's a part of my life whether I like it or not. He's my boyfriend!

He's my boyfriend who I'm cheating on.

I feel sick to my stomach. What am I doing? This is so, so wrong. I don't ever want to hurt Josh.

But I slowly feel like my heart is slipping away from him. 

It's not the same anymore, and that's the surest  thing I know right now.

I also know that if I tried to end things with Reese I wouldn't be able to do it. So basically I'm stuck. I'm stuck and I have no idea what to do.

So once again I shove it out of my mind and lock it away. I won't think about him now.

No longer in the mood for shopping I head home.

******

When I get home I receive a text from Reese.

Reese: think you could somehow manage to stay out overnight tomorrow?

Me: why

Reese: roadtrip

Me: to where?

Reese: to wherever the wind takes us

Me: seriously 😑

Reese: I'm so serious. It'll be fun though promise. Marcus and I do it all the time.

Me: will he be accompanying us?

Reese: nope. Just you and me 😉

Me: hold on let me ask

"Mom!" I yell heading downstairs. "Mother!"

"In here!" Her dainty voice calls out from the spa. My mom is relaxing in the hot tub.

"What did you need?" She asks taking a sip of her bubbly champagne.

"Can I spend the night at a friends tomorrow?" Of course her answer will be yes but I still ask anyway just so I can feel like a normal girl with normal, caring parents. I bet if I got in a car accident they wouldn't even realize until a week later.

"Of course darling," she replies. "Have fun!"

Ugh. I roll my eyes and leave the humid room.

Me: it's a green light.

Reese: awesome. So I'll pick you up at two okay?

Me: sounds like a plan. See you tomorrow

I think for a moment before adding a heart.

Me: 💜

Reese: 🖤

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