It's almost April, which means in almost may and then June and then July. So it's basically already graduation. I have my friends, my family, my boyfriend and a restraining order against a sociopath. Life is good.
Lydia, Michelle, Vickey and I have started our quest for the perfect prom dresses
A smile spreads across my face as I write my English final, I'm almost done. I made it. I look at the clock and the smile is wiped right off my face. I have 1 hour left to write an essay about a photo provided.
Shit.
"Alright everyone, your time is up. Please make sure your name is written and bring it up to the front, grab your cellphones and enjoy your weekend. Scores will be posted after graduation." Mr.Davidson yells
"Fuck." I mutter "I'm gunna fail"
"Hey babe." Jackson says hugging me from behind "how do you think you did?"
"UGH." I groan loudly
"That good hey?" He laughs into my neck
"Hey hey hey. How'd you guys do!?" Lydia says cheerfully
I glare at her. Hard.
"Don't ask." Jackson says laughing "I'll catch up with you guys later. We've got practice before the game."
"So do you want to come to the game tonight?" Lydia says grabbing her purse from her locker
"Yeah sure, Ryder begged me to bring Vickey anyway."
"We are going to have so much fun!"
After saying bye to Lydia I grab my bag and books from my locker.
Still have to study, just one more final Danielle. One. More. Final. Don't fuck this up now.
"Hey dad I'm home!" I call out grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge
"Hey honey, in my office! Can you come here please!"
"What's up." I say handing my dad a coffee
"You're my favourite daughter." He says laughing "so, your mother has expressed interest in coming to your brothers game tonight."
"Oh right on." I say nodding, no longer looking at him
"Danielle." he says seriously
"Father." I respond, just as seriously
"Do you mind if she goes?"
"I couldn't care less, you know how I feel. It's up to Ryder. It's his game. I gotta go though, have to cram in some studying before the game."
I leave his office without another word, I really don't have the fight in me as of lately.
I hear the doorbell ring as I run down the stairs jumping the last one. I open it to see a black box with my name written in white marker across the lid. I hesitantly grab it before shutting and locking the front door. Walking into the kitchen I undo the bow and open it. A massive smile spreads across my face as I pull out the jersey clearly marked with the number 15 on the back, Jacksons jersey. As I fish to the bottom of the box I find a little note;
Was hoping you would wear this tonight, Lydia usually wears Tyler's and Ryder gave Vickey one of his. This is me being romantic.
Love you.
He's so cute when he wants to be.
"What's that!" Michelle says coming in the kitchen, her light blonde and brown ombre hair wrapped up in rollers
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