DINNER & BIRTH FATHER

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Aimee's POV
Me and Connor are at the Lynch's...again. Mom had work today so we decided to hang with them. "Hey guys!" Ross says, faking a smile.

"I just wanted to tell everyone that it's officially over. I broke up with Courtney!"

Everyone stared at him. "I'm sorry Ross!" I say. He smiled at me.

"How'd she react?" Rydel asked, obviously curious. Everyone looked at Rydel with a "that's not your business" look.

"Uh...she wasn't that happy! She kind of kicked me in the....bad area!" He says, chuckling and my eyes widen. Rocky couldn't help it and he burst out laughing, causing all of us to laugh.

"Very mature Rocky!" I say, sarcastic after I finished laughing. "Hey! You were laughing too!" He added. We just rolled our eyes enjoying our laughter. "So, what are we having for dinner?" Riker asked.

We all looked over at Stormie. "I was thinking we should go out to eat for dinner as a family!"

"Oh okay. Me and Aimee could go back home!" Connor says. We were about to leave until Stormie stopped us. "No silly! You two are a part of our family now! Including your mom! You two are going to dinner with us!" She says. I couldn't help but give her a hug.

"Thanks so much Stormie!" Me and Connor says. "Come on! Lets get dressed!" Rydel says, dragging me to her room. I laughed and she looked through her closet.

"So, are you happy that Ross broke up with Courtney?" She asked, pulling a dress out. "I don't care Rydel. I just want him to be happy!"

"Even if that means being with you?" She asked, pulling another dress out. "Rydel, if Ross likes me good for him. Okay? I don't like him! And I don't want to be in a relationship right now" I say, and she handed me a blue dress that showed a little of my stomach.

Our makeup was already done and our hair was already curled so we decided to leave it like that

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Our makeup was already done and our hair was already curled so we decided to leave it like that. Rydel decided to leave the conversation alone.

"TIME TO GO GIRLS!" Riker yelled from downstairs. "Lets go!" I say, grabbing my phone off of Rydel's bed.

AT THE RESTAURANT
We just ordered our drinks and food. "That waiter was hot as fudge!" I whispered to Rydel and she laughed. "But I'm way hotter!" Ross smirked. He was sitting next to me.

Can you guess who's idea that was? Rydel's of course! "You had to make me sit next to this loser?!" I asked, pointing at Ross.

"I heard that!" Ross groaned, nudging me in the side with his elbow. "You were meant to!" I say, moving closer to Rydel. "And please don't touch me!" I say, taking a sip of my soda.

"You don't have to be rude Aimee!" Rydel says. I just rolled my eyes. My phone starts ringing and my eyes widened. I looked at the caller ID.

"Um...I'm sorry. I have to take this. It's my mom and she never calls me when she's not on her break so I think it might be an emergency!" I say. They just nod and I answered the phone not leaving the table.

"Um...hey mom. Are you okay?"

"Yea sweetie but I need to tell you something that you should probably know. I know you're out at dinner and I'm so sorry for interrupting"

"No problem! What's up?"

"It's about your dad!"

"Omg! What about him"

"I'm ready to tell you about him. I haven't been able to concentrate because I have to let you know!"

"Okay...?"

"Well, first of all, you're father was an amazing guy. That was until I got pregnant with you. He only wanted one kid. He only wanted Connor. When I was pregnant with you, he abused me. He even....shot me. I nearly lost you. I almost did lose you. I almost died! And Connor would've had no one. Connor was abused by your birth father also. Not just me. Then when you born, he also abused you. You won't remember anything because...well, that's a different story"

"Wait! So who was my birth father? The one that abused us?"

"Your birth father is...."

"WHO MOM?!"

"Your birth father is Mark. Mark Lynch. The one you're eating dinner with right now! He's the one!"

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