Chapter 90 Chapter 90 Dear Father
Bath water overflowing, that is what my anger feels like. I have stopped holding it, trying to release it in anyway. My body is tearing in two and this feels all so familiar. I can hear Dimitri talking to Taylor, he is yelling as I drive like a lunatic down the street. I park turning sharply into an open spot. Taylor is holding onto the "Oh Shit Handle". He isn't saying anything back to him.
I walk in and the adorable brunette smiles at me. She does that everytime I come here and it's not that fake customer service smile either. I wink at her as I grab a bowl and go straight for the chocolate. I load it with graham crackers and marshmallows. The guys are right behind me. I put my bowl on the scale and motion for them to do the same.
"I invited you, it's on me!"
I pay and leave a tip, the girls did nothing but stand there but they are cute. I lean over the counter and ask her. "What's your name?"
She smiles looking down at her name tag. "Jackie!" I reach and touch her name tag and brush my hand on her boob. She is blushing. The guys are watching me with wide eyes. "Can I have your number Jackie?"
"I don't know, can you?" she leans forward but she grabs a piece of paper and writes it down.
She shoves the paper inside my tank top between my tits. I reach over and tuck a loose piece of hair behind her ear. She leans over and almost falls on the counter as I move away.
I walk outside with the guys and we sit at a table, I prop my leg on an empty chair. They are still ogling me. I take the piece of paper out of my tits and slide in the pocket of my sweatpants. I feel the cold yogurt slide all the way down to my stomach, my body is on fire and not a lust fire. Jackie clocks out and leaves out the front door, I watch her shake her ass on her way to her car. I am leaning so far I am in danger of falling over. Taylor steadies my chair with his foot.
"Who is your prom date anyway?" asks Alek.
My phone buzzes "Trista" pops up on the screen. "Who the fuck is Trista?" I say out loud but I didn't mean to do it. Taylor laughs. "Two nights ago, strawberry blonde bartender from, shit, I can't remember."
I answer the phone, she is going off on why I left in the middle of the night. She is ranting like we have been dating for years and she is fucking annoying. "Fuck you are annoying, you talk entirely too much!" she curses at me and hangs up.
"I am taking Roman to prom!" I put a big scoop of yogurt in my mouth and damn me, I moan softly as it coats my insides.
"Who is Roman?"
I take a deep breath. "Prince Roman, you know Prince Oliver and my sister are engaged." the thought of my sister with the ugly boy makes me sick.
"No shit! How do you know him?"
"We grew up together. He asked while I was in Spain." I continue to eat but try not to make noise. Matthews is biting his lips across the table from me.
"Damn, he is stunning!" says Taylor, he Googled him.
"I know right!" I lean back and exhale. I want to say more but I am surrounded by guys who don't want to hear it.
"I bet he looks great naked!" he laughs and the other guys shoot glares at him not to encourage me.
"He is male perfection at it's finest. From the top to the bottom, inside and out." I pause for a second. "I need to tell you some other stuff before he comes to visit, we will talk later. Roman is to be handled with care!"
"Whatever you say diamond!"
"You have a sister?" asks Mason.
"She does, half sister, right? They look like twins!" a grin spreads over Alek's face. "I met her this summer, while Elena celebrated her 18th birthday back home." he kicks my chair. "Why did you tell Gabby not to go out with me."
I lean my head to the side, he knows exactly why I did that. "My cousin is not for you, she is not your speed and she likes dating polo playing, fuck me in the missionary position until I pass out of boredom guys!"
I look around Alek and spot my dad coming out of the smoke shop down the plaza. I slide down in my chair too late, he saw me. "Shit!" He stalks forward his figure spans the width of the sidewalk in front of each shop.
"Elena, why are you out so late?" he says in his thick Eastern European accent. My father always sounds mad when he speaks, even if he is telling a joke.
I raise my bowl. "I was at the gym, boxing!"
He looks over the guys sitting across from me.
"Mr Dimitrov!" says Alek standing up to shake his hand.
My dad takes his hand. "Please call me Pavel!"
Alek introduces him to the rest of the guys and I watch them all shake my father hand. If he only knew.
His attention is back to me. "Don't sit like that. How was the state final?"
I sit up and put my leg down. "Fine, we won."
He asks how many goals I scored and he asks about work. I sit there uncomfortable shifting in my chair as he continues to interrogate me.
"Cover up! You got fat and no one wants to see that!" I knew it was coming, he never misses a chance to call me fat. He never calls Helena fat. I am so much smaller than I was not that he would notice.
Fucking asshole, I bite my tongue so hard I taste copper. "Yes, sir!"
"That was uncalled for!" says Matthews.
"Was I talking to you boy?"
"No but I am talking to you!" he stands.
"Sit, Matthews." I turn toward my dad. "His head has been hit too many times. You are going to be late to work." I look at my watch.
He works at the convention center, setting up and breaking booths.
"Did you let this has-been boxer fuck you?" I knew it was coming, I make eye contact with my father.
"No, sir!"
"Go home Elena, it's late!"
"Yes, sir!"
He turns and walks away toward his car. The ground shakes with each step. I stand up and flip him off with both hands. Fucking asshole.
"You moron!" I turn to Matthews. "He will kill you, he is three times your size." I slide my sweatshirt on from my backpack just in time for my dad to drive by to check on me again. "I am going to have to hear about this until he dies."
Gemma texts, Alek, Matthews and I in a group chat with our regular crew. "Red Rooster, Elle owes me!"
"Fuck me! Not tonight!!"