I've been avoiding the email for four days now, simply spending time inside of my apartment, and texting Rose on and off. I've also been avoiding a call from the high school, presumably attempting to respond to my initial call telling them that Rosemarie was excused for the afternoon, having been pulled aside for some extra questioning. They have no reason to disbelieve me, I'm a class act man from a strong and powerful family, if anything, they're just asking for me to come in and speak with students again.
I've never been a big double texter, I don't bother doing so because if they don't respond, people are usually busy or don't want to speak with me, and that means they aren't worth my extra effort.
When will I be able to see you again? I message Rosemarie for the second time, knowing damn well that she's in school and likely not able to text, but wanting her attention. I hate the feeling in my stomach, that ache you feel when you're other half is gone.
"God damn it," I curse, running a hand through my hair. "I have to stop thinking that way. She's seven years younger than me; we're in different parts of our lives. Fuck."
I get out of school in an hour. I'll meet you in the parking lot.
I hate the smile that graces my lips, but, at least the feeling in my stomach is gone. I'll be seeing Rosemarie in an hour. I can't wait. For ten minutes I drove around the high school, having arrived too early. When Rosemarie appeared by the front door, I stopped the car long enough for her to see me before driving out of the way of cameras and other students.
"Hey comrade,"
"Comrade? You think that's the first time someone has called me that?"
"I think it's the first time someone this sexy has said it to you," Rosemarie responds, leaning over to kiss my cheek.
"That you are." I respond, kissing her back. "Put on your seat belt."
"Uh-huh, so where are we going?"
"Hard to say, we could always go back to my apartment again, we could maybe try to go somewhere we won't be seen."
"So your apartment?" She teases, buckling in.
"Basically… we could attempt something that won't allow much risk."
"I'm fine with just going to your apartment right now, we can branch into the light once we're legal."
"You got it."
An hour later the two of us are sprawled out on my bed, half-listening to the music that plays in the background. We didn't have sex; I don't want our relationship to revolve around it, although it's spectacular. Eventually, the two of us end up falling asleep, and I loved every moment of it.
"Oh no," I whisper, gently pushing Rosemarie off of my body.
"Mm?"
"You have to hide."
"Hide? What do you mean hide?" She asks, rubbing her eyes.
"Someone knocked; I think it might be my dad. He knows about us, I've been avoiding talking to him about it. For too long I now realize."
"He knows my age, huh?" She asks, taking my hand as I lead her to a different room.
"My father knows everything, Rose."
"Oh..."
"I'm so sorry that I'm doing this and I will make it up to you. I promise." Kissing her cheek, I close the door for the bathrooms closet.
Quickly making myself presentable, I prepare what I'll be saying to my father, thinking about anything he could throw at me.
"Hello dad,"
"Dimitri, I can't help but notice that you haven't responded to my email the other day. Four days ago exactly."
"I know dad, I'm sorry."
"Have you been busy?"
"Not truly, I've been working more on myself lately, on getting better so I can move on with my life."
"Hm, you haven't been sending your time with a girl seven years younger than yourself? You haven't been having sex with said younger girl? You've been pushing your damn luck, Dimitri. What the fuck are you doing? You're throwing your life away."
"No, dad, I'm not. I really enjoy spending time with her."
"You really enjoy getting off with her."
"No, dad, I want to be with her. The sex is just a plus."
"Oh please, you think that's the first time I've heard those words?" He comments, moving into the apartment. "I've said those words myself."
"Yeah, I know." I respond, crossing my arms. "Would you please leave? There's no point in you being here."
"Really, she's no here right now?"
"How would you even be aware of that?"
"How am I aware of anything." He states, no question in his tone. "Just bring her out, Dimitri."
"Dad, just get the hell out of my apartment. We can do this another time."
"Does it make you uncomfortable knowing that this little play toy of yours is only a year older than Viktoria?"
"God damn it," I groan, running my hand through my hair. "Dad, please leave." My father smiles, knowing that he struck a chord with me, having brought up in my younger sister.
"Fine, I'll leave, but Dimitri, I want you to know that I know more than you. The truth will one day get out, and I'll be waiting for when it does."
