I had to change my clothes because my father suggested that we have lunch at a more upscale restaurant. My least worn red dress was hiding in the back of my closet. I had not worn it in a year; that's because I convinced my dad that I didn't belong at fancy dinner parties and Galas. The dress wasn't very appropriate for anything except maybe a cocktail party. I didn't go to those either. I pulled at it a few times before I gave up. My butt and lady part was going to feel a breeze. When we sat down to lunch, I crossed my legs. John smirked then sat down next to me. He placed his hands on his lap. I had moved over a few inches before I hit the wall. I suggested we get a table, but my father wanted a booth.
"John, You will be here the rest of the year?" My father took a drink of his water.
"Yes, but I will return to my hometown to get my belongs so I can permanently stay here in Virginia." John straightened himself, placed his hands on the table and looked directly at my father. "I hope to one day become a politician myself."
"Really." I couldn't help myself.
"Yes, I want to get into politics, or journalism. I like to report what I see and share that information with the world."
"You can do that with Facebook," I said. I rolled my eyes.
"Pocahontas." My father was stern. The waiter came back and filled out glasses, and I bowed my head in embarrassment. I don't think the server was paying any attention. I tugged at my dress some more. John shot his eyes at me, but it wasn't with resentment. He continued with my father. I wasn't sure how I felt about John staying here. It was okay for a few weeks but permanently was not sitting right in my stomach. After our moment behind that building, I scared of the things he was capable of.
"No, she's right. Facebook is just a platform like many other social media outlets." John said then curled his lips into a smirk. The look he gave me was iconic in our conversations; it was his signature look. He pushed back his blonde hair. I bit my lip; I didn't have anything else to say.
I gazed back over to my dad who was scrolling through his phone. As he completely ignored me, I was being seduced by a blue-eyed monster. When the waiter placed our food onto the table, it remained quiet as we ate and sipped water and ate some more. Th waiter came by and poured more water into our glasses. My dad broke the silence speaking to John only, but trying to include me into the conversation moments later.
"My Pocahontas will have a few pieces in the Art Fest." My father smiled at me.
"Yeah," I mumbled.
"What are you drawing?" John said, nudged me.
"You'll see it at the Art Fest." I nudged him back. Most of the lunch was a conversation between my dad and John, and when we got back to our house, it didn't change. I went into the room, stepped over all my drawings then picked up the one I was working on. I had already chosen the portraits I wanted to use in the Art Fest. Most of them were trees but, one was purple, and the other was done in charcoal. I grabbed a red marker and started to work on my drawing more.
Someone knocked on the door, and I gave them the okay to enter. John waltzed into my bed. His eyes roamed focused on Justin Timberlake; then they stared at the papers on the floor.
"Messy." He said.
"I like my filth." I continued drawing.
"Your dad, He's nice."
"Yeah. That's why people voted for him and trusted him with their problems." I made more marks on my paper. John roamed through my room. He laughed at the Justin Timberlake poster.
"What are you eight?" He laughed.
"No. I like what I like." I got up to kick him out, but he stood in my way. He lifted my chin.
"Don't act like you don't want me because I know you do." He said. I backed away. John brushed his thumb over my lips. I stuck my tongue out to gross him out, but he forced his thumb in. He tasted sweet; it was as if the last thing he ate was coated in sugar.
I couldn't imagine how awkward this looked. John pulled me closer. My breast was pressed against his chest. That's how close we were. He pulled his thumb from my mouth then he stuck his tongue out. He placed his tongue in my mouth. He was kissing me. I kissed him back. He ran his fingers through my hair. I felt relaxed. He had a pleasant musk. John pulled away. I brushed his cheek with my palm then John left. My hand was left hanging in the air. I went downstairs and saw John telling my father goodbye. I waved goodbye to John, but he didn't acknowledge my gesture. I wasn't offended. I ignored him and gave him the cold shoulder often.
My father closed the door. His loafers came toe to toe with my feet. I focused my eyes on him. There were only a few times my dad made me nervous.
"You like him?" My father asked.
He's nice." I said. I smiled.
"Glad you like him. He's a guy I would approve of you dating." He shoved his hands in her pockets.
"What?" I was confused, and my smile went away.
"He's a good young man."
"I thought you didn't like me dating white guys."
"I never said that."
"But you always mention Kocoum. I assumed that you only wanted me dating from our tribe."
"Kocoum has had some issues that are unfavorable to me right now."
"But what about that guy John Rolfe? You didn't like him."
"I don't like him. He has his head in the clouds. That's not a man I want dating my daughter."
I couldn't believe what my father was telling me right now.
