The Summer Job

Chapter 11

We sat inside Peter's car which was parked outside of my house.

Peter didn't want me to get home late eventhough I had told him it was okay.

Peter turned off the engine and let out a sigh. "So what happened when I gone?"

"Nothing I just wanted to go."

"You looked sad."

"Well I wasn't. You read me wrong."

"I raerly do Miranda," I stayed quiet and kept my gaze on the window. "I don't read people wrong."

"Its nothing honestly," I started to feel bad about dragging Peter out of the event.  I had no plan of anything we could do instead. "How did your meeting go?"

"Umm there was no meeting," Peter said causing me to frown.

"What do you mean? Richard said there was a meeting."

"And I was sure there would be but..."

"But what?"

"I just walked in on Richard's dad crying."

I turned to face him with a shocked expression. "Oh my...what happened?" Peter rubbed his face before letting out a groan.

"I wish I can tell you but it is personal."

"Then it's fine Peter," we sat in silence for five minutes before I took of my seat belt. "Sorry for ruining today."

"You didn't ruin anything,"

"Yes I did," I reached out to open the door but Peter locked the door. "I need to go."

Peter suddenly leaned forward and kissed my forehead. I moved away shocked by this but the minute I saw the hurt look on his face I immediately felt bad.

"I...am so sorry," I quickly apologised. Peter placed his hand on cheek taking my breathe away.

"Prove it,"

"Prove what?"

Peter leaned closer to me, "prove that your sorry."

"Okay," I whispered and then I leaned forward and kissed him. It was supposed to be a peck on the lips but it was more.

I ran my fingers through his hair as we made out. I felt Peter's hand rubbing my thigh and I couldn't help but gasp. Peter then started kissing my neck and that is when I saw it.

A familiar figure sitting on my door step.

Dad.

"Shit!" I pushed Peter of me roughly before opening the car door and getting out. I ignored Peter calling and shut the door behind me before looking up at my door step again.

Dad was gone.

I stood there trying to think of what I could say to my dad.

That's when I noticed something pink laying on the door step. I didn't take my eyes of it as I slowly walked to it.

"Miranda!"

I bend down and picked up the envelope. I froze when I saw my name on it.

"Miranda!"

I folded the envelope and pushed it inside of my dress not worrying about it dropping as the dress I had on was tight.

"Miranda!"

I turned around to see Peter walking towards me.

"Please go home!" I quickly unlocked the door before rushing inside.

"Dad!"

"Yes," I followed his voice to the living room. He was watching Eastenders on TV.

"Were you sitting on the doorstep a minute ago?" Dad looked up at me with a blank look.

"Do I ever sit on the doorstep?"

I nodded at his response. It wasn't him.

"Classic of you to answer a question with a question," I replied before leaving to go to my room.

"But I answered right?"

"You did!" I rushed inside my room before shutting the door tightly behind me.

I pulled my dress down allowing the envelope to drop. I picked up the envelope before sitting on the bed and opening it.

There was a note in the envelope.

Please don't make me warn you again. Don't come to work. I hope you understand.

I shoved the note in the envelope before throwing it under my bed.

Richard can't be serious.

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I did the opposite of what the note instructed.

I walked into work the next day and knocked onto Mr Davison's office door. He opened it immediately. "Hello Miranda. Please do take a seat Richard would be here soon."

"Okay," I took my bag and placed it on the chair next to me. "So how have you  been Mr Davison?" I asked hoping to get a clue as to why he was so sad yesterday.

"I have been doing great so far. You?"

"Urmm yes I have been good." Awkward. That is how I was feeling. Mr Davison left me before shouting out to Richard.

"Miranda is here!"

I soon heard loud footsteps before I saw Richard. He had his left hand bandaged up. He stared at me expressionless but I could see the hatred in his eyes.

"Looks like I now need your assistance," Richard said sarcastically. I stood up and walked towards him.

"What happened to your hand?" I asked as I looked at it.

"Go and get me my coffee cup. Its upstairs."

"What happened to your hand?"

"Go and get my-"

"-tell me what happened first."

"For christ sake!"

"Tell me!" Richard used his good hand to rub his face.

"I fell on my hand," I let out a forced laugh.

"A big man like you falling on your hand. Dont believe it."

Richard immediately started scowling.

"A big woman like you trying to blame me for stuff I haven't even done. I know my dad would find it hard to believe if he knew that you were the reason Peter Kyle left early."

Richard started to smirk which just annoyed me.

"I don't think your dad would appreciate what you told me too. I don't think he would like to hear that your words are the reason why me and Mr Kyle left early."

Richard smirk didn't waver which made me frown.

"Go and get my Coffee now."

"Sure. Anything for you Richtarded."

That got rid of his smirk.

I leaned close to his ear, "Your not scary."

I moved away and smiled sweetly before leaving to get his coffee.