Angela watched as Andrew walked around the parking lot in circles.
She was really worried about him. He had been really quiet.
"Do you want to leave? We can just run and leave this whole thing behind us," said Angela.
"Go? Go where? Where exactly would we go? We can't just run away from your father," said Andrew.
"Than what the hell do we do? He has people watching me all the time! Teaches are monitors as well! I feel like I am living in a fucking jail cell!"
Andrew watched the frustrated look on her face.
"Look, Angela, I promise we'll find a way out of this," said Andrew.
"How," asked Angela.
"I don't know," said Andrew.
"Then tell me something Andrew. What the hell do you know," asked Angela.
"I know I love you," said Andrew.
She stared up at him with those wide eyes.
"Look, Andrew, you don't have to say that to make me feel better," said Angela.
"I'm not saying that to make you or me feel etter. I'm saying that because it's true. I love you, it's the god honest truth," said Andrew.
"Andrew, why didn't you say that before," said Angela.
"Because I didn't know before. I was looking at you thinking what my life would be like without you and then it hit me, I love you," said Andrew.
Tears were coursing down her cheek. They both knew what was going to happen.
"Look, we have no other option- look, I love you came too late," said Angela.
She ran off before giving him a chance to speak.
*********************
Angela and her father were sitting at dinner.
"I hope you're happy," said Angela sadly.
She had spent the whole afternoon crying. After she had run off they called and broke it off officially. She learned from Courtney just an hour ago that he had already bedded two other girls. She felt drained of all energy.
"I am, you'll thank me for this some day," said Charles.
"I hate you," said Angela.
"You should be thankful. I believe I did you a favor," said Charles.
Charles missed the way Angela's face flashed with anger.
"I should be thankful? Gee, are you fucked up! Are you actually telling me what's best for me? Well, this happens to be coming from the man who's fucked up everything in life," said Angela.
"That is enough. You'll be silent now!"
"Hell no! How the fuck would you know what's best for me when you don't even know me," asked Angela.
"Ofcourse I know you. I am your father. I know everything there is to know about you. Don't insult me like this. You're favorite movie is- uh- it's Titanic," said Charles.
"Titanic? That was like four years ago! My favorite movie is Cruel Intentions. You would know that if you knew me," shouted Angela.
As the maid came in with the food she looked slightly taken a back with this argument going on.
"I have also come to another decision Angela. You will not fight me on this one," said Charles.
"This had better be good," muttered Angela.
"It is very good indeed. I have had Rachel pack your bags."
Angela stared at him with a blank look.
"Where exactly am I going," asked Angela.
"Remember the all girls boarding school your aunt attended," asked Charles.
"Are you serious," asked Angela.
"You need to get away and you'll be sure to be kept inline in this school," said Charles.
"Incase you didn't notice everyone thinks I am the perfect child. I am not going to this hell school. Acosta Prep is bad enough," said Angela in a sarcastic tone.
"I'm not asking you if you want to go. I'm telling you that you will go. You are going you don't have much say on this," said Charles.
"Gee, what else is new? Who put this idea in your head? Was it my dear aunt? You know, I've been wondering if you were having an affair with her. I mean after all she's my aunt on my mother's side," said Angela.
"Don't be rediculess. Ofcourse I am not having affair with your aunt. I am still trying to get over all the pain Shelly caused me," said Charles.
"Hmm, wouldn't you mean all the pain she caused your wallet," asked Angela.
"Ofcourse not. I loved her very much and you know it," said Charles.
"Really? You look so upset over her. You know what? I'm willing to bet quite a bit that you are well over her. You know why? You never loved her. You are incapable of love," said Angela.
She walked off to her room in anger. When she got there she found all her clothes gone. It was just as her father had said. They had been packed. She would leave in the morning.
"Do you want to leave? We can just run and leave this whole thing behind us," said Angela.
"Go? Go where? Where exactly would we go? We can't just run away from your father," said Andrew.
"Than what the hell do we do? He has people watching me all the time! Teaches are monitors as well! I feel like I am living in a fucking jail cell!"
Andrew watched the frustrated look on her face.
"Look, Angela, I promise we'll find a way out of this," said Andrew.
"How," asked Angela.
"I don't know," said Andrew.
"Then tell me something Andrew. What the hell do you know," asked Angela.
"I know I love you," said Andrew.
She stared up at him with those wide eyes.
"Look, Andrew, you don't have to say that to make me feel better," said Angela.
"I'm not saying that to make you or me feel etter. I'm saying that because it's true. I love you, it's the god honest truth," said Andrew.
"Andrew, why didn't you say that before," said Angela.
"Because I didn't know before. I was looking at you thinking what my life would be like without you and then it hit me, I love you," said Andrew.
Tears were coursing down her cheek. They both knew what was going to happen.
"Look, we have no other option- look, I love you came too late," said Angela.
She ran off before giving him a chance to speak.
*********************
Angela and her father were sitting at dinner.
"I hope you're happy," said Angela sadly.
She had spent the whole afternoon crying. After she had run off they called and broke it off officially. She learned from Courtney just an hour ago that he had already bedded two other girls. She felt drained of all energy.
"I am, you'll thank me for this some day," said Charles.
"I hate you," said Angela.
"You should be thankful. I believe I did you a favor," said Charles.
Charles missed the way Angela's face flashed with anger.
"I should be thankful? Gee, are you fucked up! Are you actually telling me what's best for me? Well, this happens to be coming from the man who's fucked up everything in life," said Angela.
"That is enough. You'll be silent now!"
"Hell no! How the fuck would you know what's best for me when you don't even know me," asked Angela.
"Ofcourse I know you. I am your father. I know everything there is to know about you. Don't insult me like this. You're favorite movie is- uh- it's Titanic," said Charles.
"Titanic? That was like four years ago! My favorite movie is Cruel Intentions. You would know that if you knew me," shouted Angela.
As the maid came in with the food she looked slightly taken a back with this argument going on.
"I have also come to another decision Angela. You will not fight me on this one," said Charles.
"This had better be good," muttered Angela.
"It is very good indeed. I have had Rachel pack your bags."
Angela stared at him with a blank look.
"Where exactly am I going," asked Angela.
"Remember the all girls boarding school your aunt attended," asked Charles.
"Are you serious," asked Angela.
"You need to get away and you'll be sure to be kept inline in this school," said Charles.
"Incase you didn't notice everyone thinks I am the perfect child. I am not going to this hell school. Acosta Prep is bad enough," said Angela in a sarcastic tone.
"I'm not asking you if you want to go. I'm telling you that you will go. You are going you don't have much say on this," said Charles.
"Gee, what else is new? Who put this idea in your head? Was it my dear aunt? You know, I've been wondering if you were having an affair with her. I mean after all she's my aunt on my mother's side," said Angela.
"Don't be rediculess. Ofcourse I am not having affair with your aunt. I am still trying to get over all the pain Shelly caused me," said Charles.
"Hmm, wouldn't you mean all the pain she caused your wallet," asked Angela.
"Ofcourse not. I loved her very much and you know it," said Charles.
"Really? You look so upset over her. You know what? I'm willing to bet quite a bit that you are well over her. You know why? You never loved her. You are incapable of love," said Angela.
She walked off to her room in anger. When she got there she found all her clothes gone. It was just as her father had said. They had been packed. She would leave in the morning.