Fight For It

Chapter 6.First Date

The remainder of the week continued on, and Asher never tried to talk to me. Even sitting directly beside me in the two classes we had together, he kept his mouth shut.

I continued to ponder whether I should give him a chance to redeem himself on the date he had arranged for tonight. Although he said nothing, I could practically hear him thinking about me recieving his letter. No I didn't claim to be a mind-reader, I could just tell by the way he would fidget when I opened the pocket in my bag that held his letter; but all I was doing was grabbing a pen or pencil which were in the same pocket.

When school ended Friday I walked out to my car with my keys shaking in my hand. I could not decide if I wanted to go on the date or not, and it was stressing me out. When I arrived at my car there was a note stuck in the crack of the door. I pulled it out and read the writing scrawled across it:

Turn around.

I froze in my spot, then slowly turned around, unsure of what was going to be there. For the second time this week, Asher pinned me to my car, this time with his lips pressed firmly to my own.

"I can't wait to see you tonight," he winked when he backed away. "Wear something nice, the restaurant is a more distinguished restaurant in town." With his final statement lingering between us, he walked away with a smirk on his face and a little too much confidence in his walk.

I huffed frustratedly and got in my car.

Back at my house, surprisingly, my mother was not in her office. She was sitting in the kitchen laughing with someone, the laugh that was reciprocated was of a deeper tone...there was no way in hell my mother had a man at the house.

To my horrifying surprise, there she was sitting with a small glass of white wine and a tall, tanned, dark-haired, fit man sitting beside her.

"Mom, who's this?" I inquired sternly.

"Scarlett, you're home!" she sounded surprised. I guess she wouldn't know since she was always locked away with her psychos.

"I am. Now who the hell is this?!" I replied, slightly louder that time.

"This is Mateo, Mateo, this is my daughter Scarlett," she introduced the two of us. He stood to shake my hand but I rejected it and glared at my mother.

"I wasn't looking for an introduction. All I wanted was a name." Then I stormed off to my room to get some nicer clothes on. I was definitely getting out of the house; whether that meant going on the date with Asher or finding a party to go to was still under consideration.

It was almost 6 o'clock by the time I was completely ready to go out, meaning Asher would be arriving any minute. It was time to decide.

As I descended the stairs I could hear a movie playing in the family room. I wandered in and saw my mother sitting much too closely to mister rico suave and he had his arm around her. I felt the tears flooding my eyes instantly.

"So dad means nothing to you?! He's only been gone five months and you've already moved on?! He was the best dad and husband in the world and this is how you repay him for all he did for us?! In case you didn't already know my dad died! He died! He's dead, and now my mother is trying to fill his spot with you! You will never live up to the man my father was!" I screamed with hot tears rushing down my cheeks.

"Scarlett Rose! That is no way for you to talk to your mother! And certainly no way for you to speak to a guest in our home! Whatever you got all gussied up for, cancel it; because you will be spending your weekend in your room!" my mother yelled back at me.

"No I won't! I'm going out and you won't stop me!" I shouted and stormed to the front door with my shoes in hand.

When I yanked it open Asher was standing there startled because he was just about to knock on the door. I grabbed him by his wrist and said, "Let's go," then tugged him back to his car, slamming the door behind me.