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After school I go to the clinic that my dad owns to start my shift. I hate it because I'm basically a receptionist. All that I do is answer phones, schedule appointments and file paperwork. It's an easy enough job, I'd just rather not do it.
I get there and my dad's morning receptionist, Candy, smiles when she see's me come in. I walk around the front desk and sit down in a rolling chair next to her. She's a little older, in her early thirties, and a single mom.
"Hello there Mr. Edward. How was school?" she asks me, watching me as I twirl a pen absentmindedly in my hand.
Thinking of school reminds me of Bella, which makes me smile. There's just something about that girl that I really liked.
"It was pretty good." I say in response.
"Pretty good? I've never heard you say that. You hate school, and you're smiling! Oh my god, you met a girl didn't you? Tell me everything!." Candy demands.
I really like Candy, she's been working for my dad for the last seven years, since he quit his job at the hospital and decided to open up his own practice. She's like a second mom to me, one that I often talk to about my sex life. Girl loves to gossip.
"I don't know what you're talking about." I say, wearing a smirk making her fume.
"You're lying! Is she cute?"
I decide to throw her a bone, even though there's not that much to tell.
"There's a new girl in school, Bella. She sat next to me in Bio, and she's pretty cute. Who knows though, I only just met her." I say with a shrug of my shoulders.
"Yeah, but you have all that Cullen charm. She'll be putty in your hands before you know it." She says with a wink.
Just then my dad walks out talking to one of his patients.
"Just remember to take it easy for the next week or so, and you should be just fine." He says while holding the door open for the older man.
"Thanks doc. Have a good one."
"You too, Jerry."
Dad walks up to the desk and leans against it. He's still a pretty good looking guy, with his blonde hair and blue eyes. The only wrinkles he has are around his eyes, and the corners of his mouth.
"Hey, son. How was school?" he asks me while looking over a chart.
"It was okay." I reply and hear Candy laugh.
"That's good. You taking off Candy?" he says, while smiling at Candy.
"Yep. Gotta pick Daniel up from daycare. Have a good day, boys."
She walks out leaving just me and Dad there.
"When's my next appointment?" he asks looking at me.
I move over towards the computer and check the schedule.
"Not till 330." I reply, minimizing the document.
"Sounds good. I was thinking of taking your mom into Seattle for the weekend. They just opened up a new restaurant that she can not stop talking about."
"I bet she'd love that." I say, only half listening.
"Yeah, she definitely would. Now listen, we're gonna leave you and Emmett home alone, because we trust you. So that means you have to watch over the house, no parties, or anything like that, okay?"
"No worries, dad. Everything will be just fine." I say, trying to maintain my innocence.
"Okay. If I find out though, you're gonna be in big trouble, understand?" he says sternly.
"You got it, dad."
Just then the phone rings, saving me from this conversation.
For the next few hours, I busy myself with answering phones, and working on my homework. Once the clock hits six o'clock though, I'm outta there.
"I'm leaving dad!" I yell into the back where he is, probably in his office.
I head out the door and into my honda driving towards a dead end road that I sometimes go to smoke. I have about half an hour before dad will leave for home, so I have to make this relatively quick if I want to beat him there.
I park the car and get out, grabbing my smoking backpack from the trunk. That's where I keep all of my paraphernalia. It's a pretty nice day out, meaning it's not raining, so I sit on the hood of my car since there aren't any houses on this road.
I pull my beauty, Zina, out of the bag. She's a gorgeous bong, the first piece that I really dropped a good chunk of change on. She's a phenomenal piece, a deep red with black mixed in throughout, that spirals up at the neck.
Reaching in for my jar, I pull it out, along with my lighter. I pack a fat bowl before setting the jar off to the side, and filling up my bong with a spare water bottle I keep in my bag.
I put my mouth to the opening and spark the bowl. I take in a deep hit, holding it in for a bit before blowing it out, coughing a little. I smoke the whole bowl quickly, as if my life depended on it, before setting it down and leaning back.
I'm pretty high so I just look up at the sky, watching the clouds drift by. After a few minutes of laying there, I decide I should probably get heading home. I've got wicked munchies and can't wait to devour whatever mom made for dinner.
After packing everything up, I put it in the trunk and head to the driver's seat, starting the car. It's only a five minute drive from here, so it goes by quickly, with soft music playing in the background.
I drive up our driveway, parking on the side of the house, and quickly putting in eye drops before walking in. The house smells of whatever goodness mom is making for dinner, making me fucking pumped. And probably have a perma-grin on my face.
"Hey mom." I say walking into the dining room, where she's placing food on the table, and Emmett is sitting.
"Hi baby! How was work?" She says while setting some mashed potatoes on the table.
"Pretty slow. I finished my homework though, so that's cool." I tell her while sitting at the table, while looking around at all the food.
Just then dad walks in through the garage, taking off his sport coat. Mom walks up to him, kissing him on the mouth and mumbling something to him. It's pretty cool that my parents are still so in love after all these years, gives me hope for the future.
They both come to the table, sitting at opposite ends. Dad grabs the plate full of pot roast, grabbing some before passing it to Emmett.
"How was practice Em?" Dad asks, grabbing some peas.
"Pretty good. Coach worked us pretty good, I'm definitely gonna be sore tomorrow."
Dad and Em bond over him playing football. Dad did all through high school and college. Sometimes it's harder for me and dad to find things in common since I'm just the slacker, but I'm pretty sure I'm moms favorite. I'm her 'creative' baby since I play the guitar pretty seriously and know a few other instruments.
Dinner passes by without anything that eventful happening, and afterwards I head up to my room.
I can't stop thinking of Bella. Maybe I should text her. Should I strike up or conversation? She said she was looking for a weed hook up. Maybe I should just text her and give her my guys number, or maybe I should offer to get it for her. I really have no idea. I'm pretty confident with girls, I know I'm fairly good looking, but Bella is making me a nervous bumbling mess. Making me feel like a fucking virgin all over again.
I pull out my phone, still mulling over what to say. I finally decide that I should just keep it simple.
Hey it's Edward
Her response is almost immediate.
Hey! What's up? Nice.
Nothin just chillin. You?
Doing this dumbass homework Banner assigned :(
Ugh I feel it. Finished that earlier at work. Would you wanna smoke before school tomorrow? I want to hang out with her, and figure smoking will be a good way for us to bond.
Sure! Where should I meet you? Fuck yeah.
I can pick you up if you want
Sure thanks! She sends another text that has her address. I'm fucking pumped. Prepared to be wooed miss Bella.
Does 730 work?
Yep! Have a good night Edward!
You too see you tomorrow :)
Nicely done, Edward.
After that, I plug my phone in, I play a couple rounds of Call of Duty before passing out, never looking so forward to school.
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