Smoked Success

37.

"What do you mean what I was talking about with the dean?" I snap too.

"Oh please." He rolls his eyes. Why is he mentioning it as if I were making out with him or something for fuck's sake? "I'm not that stupid."

"I'll go smoke," I state, heading out. He then holds my arm, gently.

"Do it here." He looks at me straight in the eyes.

"Why?" I narrow my eyes and furrow my eyebrows.

"We need to talk, and I sure as hell won't leave a toddler alone in a house." He declares.

"Fine then." I roll my eyes and turn on the cigarette.

"Why, Jessica?" He says, sad.

"Why what?" I'm so clueless.

"Why do you pay school fees for someone who doesn't even deserve to be alive?" He asks, looking away.

"Who are we talking about?" I lie, pretending to be stupid. Great, now he knows about this too.

"Who would it be? Jake." He snaps. "The dude tortures a child, yet you give him the chance to be a human being. He doesn't fucking deserve it."

"He doesn't. Yet, Angelina does. I don't want her to grow up with separated parents. Even though there's nothing wrong with that." I snap. "It isn't your money. It isn't your business. Deal?"

He clenches his jaw, I prefer silent and peaceful Andrew honestly. "You're right, I'm sorry."

I hug him. I mean I'd get pissed sometimes too, but it's fine, it's over. I think we'll get back to where we were.

So we're in the airplane, and we're so close to London. This is one of the very few flights where Andrew took the economy class instead of business or first. We're sitting in a row of four, and we're like that cool clique you wish to join. Just kidding. Andrew and Angelina are asleep, Peter is watching movies and I'm just listening to music. I finished most of my work at the beginning of the flight.

Andrew's nurse is sitting behind him. He got a short breath at some moment, but he's fine now.

As for Jake, he's in Los Angeles, yet Katherine is watching him for me. This is what he gets when he messes with me. And when I say someone is going to get grounded, I'm serious.

Tyler, on the other hand, has been in London for two days now. He says our house seems so different since the last time we've been there. The only rooms untouched are mine and his.

"How much is left?" Andrew wakes up and touches my hand.

"According to my watch, ten minutes." I reply.

Andrew isn't staying at a hotel, he's staying with me, at home. I really hope my room doesn't seem as sad as I remember it.

"Do your parents know we're dating?" He asks.

"Uh. No." I hesitate. I couldn't tell them because, first, I didn't have the time, second, I really hope they don't remember him from the party.

"May I know why?" He sighs, glancing at his phone to see the time.

"Because I wanted to surprise them." I lie. I usually don't lie to him, but I can't tell him the actual reasons.

"Arrival at Heathrow Airport in two minutes kindly put on your seatbelts." The Attendant says.

We're currently waiting for dad to show up, he's the one driving us home. It isn't really home for Peter, but he seriously wants to spend Christmas with us for some reason. And here's dad!