Prodigal

~3.5~

I walked into my home after the party, tired, and ready to take out my contacts, wipe off my makeup, take out my hair extensions and go to bed.

“Emelia?” I heard my father’s voice yell from across the house.

“Yes, Luke?” I yelled back, sarcastically calling him by his first name.

“Where have you been all night?” He asked as he walked into the entryway, where I was.

“I went to Jeffery’s game,” I explained, “Then one of the teammates had a party after, so Gabbi and I went to that.”

“Was there drinking?”

“No. And yes, I know, if there is, I should call you for a ride home. I know.”

“How are things going with Jeffery?” Dad asked.

“Fine…why?”

“It’s just…remember when we talked about you…and how you believe you’re asexual?”

I groaned in tired desperation. “I’m too exhausted to have this conversation now!”

“Jeffery knows your…situation, right?”

“Yes.” I answered. “I was very upfront about that.”

“And he still wants to date you?”

“What does that mean?” I asked, feeling insulted. “You don’t think anyone would want to date me?”

“Well, are you two dating?”

“I…think so.”

“You think so?”

“Not that it’s any of your business, but we kiss and stuff.”

“So you’re not asexual anymore?”

“I’m figuring it out!” I said. “I’m fourteen, sorry for not knowing everything yet. Why is my sexuality even a big deal for you?”

“I’m just trying to stay in the loop here. I don’t want to see you get hurt, Emelia. And you know, you should invite Jeffery over for dinner some night this week so I can meet him.”

“Thanks for your concern.” I walked into the bathroom to get ready for bed. “Goodnight.”

“Night.” Dad said, “Love you.”

“Love you too.” I said, even though it came out sounding sarcastically annoyed.

Notes

Luke wanting to meet Jeffery over dinner...that can only go well, right?