Weird and Weirder

CH4. Daph's POV - Ticket to Ride

Chapter 4 – Daphnee's POV

Ticket to Ride

My plan has backfired.

Here I am, in another country on another continent surrounded by carefree boys, tourists most of them, from all over the planet and all I can think about is the stupid one I left in a bathroom back home.

All I can think about is his hands on me and his lips against my mouth and I hate this.

Making out with him was supposed to be a way to get him out of my system, not for him to infiltrate my system and plant his roots in there.

I might have enjoyed making out with the guy, but I seriously hate him.

So, I don't enjoy my trip as much as I would have liked. Plus, I have to suffer the company of my dreadful step-brother, Kevin, a complete and utter tool. If they needed to put a picture in the dictionary to give an example of human trash, his face would be the prized winner.

He's a lazy waste of space. He's a closer-to-thirty-than-twenty grown ass adult who still lives with his parents, mooches off their money and has them drag his useless ass on vacation. And he has the nerve to complain and say he didn't actually want to be here. I wish I could push him off a boat so he could get eaten by sharks.

I'm actually freaking ecstatic when the trip is finally over, that's how ridiculous my life is.

The flight is long and I try not to count how many days till the next flea market.

I get back home late in the evening. I'm still jet lagged.

I could call Lexi but I doubt her pure mind is going to react well to me telling her that I didn't enjoy the sex during my trip because I was thinking about another dude.

I love my friend but there are some things I just don't talk about with her. I brush things off, like they're not a big deal, I mention them in passing, I joke about them and she thinks I'm just making stuff up or exaggerating because she couldn't truly support me in my bad decisions. Basically, she's not emotionally equipped to deal with my shit.

It's not a problem that she's still a virgin, that she never really had a real boyfriend because lets face it, you can't count Alex as a boyfriend when you have inside genital. The problem is that her world is very different from my own.

She's still shaken after her parents spilt up. I'd give anything for that. I'd give anything for a nasty divorce because that would mean that I at least know my father. I love my mom and everything she's done for me, she's my hero for being a single mom when I was younger, but the truth is, I kind of hate her too for never fessing up and telling me who my dad is.

And let's not even start on my father.

With my last name, maybe it's George Harrison. My Beatles obsession would make sense.

The thing is, at this point of the life game, I don't even want to meet my father. I would just like to know who he is so I can be the one ignoring his existence, not the other way around.

I'm petty like that.

And I'm hungry. And I'm never going to sleep with the jet lag and the buzzing mind.

So of course, I head to a too familiar crappy 24/7 diner.

I shouldn't be coming here so often. That familiarity should be what's worrying me, not one make out session with some random dude.

After I made sure that my hair is securely in place in my ponytail and that my tits aren't hanging out of my bra, I get out of my car and slowly stroll into the crappy diner.