A/N I changed the plot, because it was getting too similar to Meg Cabot's. The true meaning of Meant to Be will become clear soon, I promise.
Chapter 3
"Honey, is Jake staying for dinner?"
My mom asks this every Friday night when we order in pizza. She has the memory of a gnat, I swear.
"Duh, Mom. He has stayed every Friday for like, 6 weeks."
"Sorry. Have you heard from your dad? He left work an hour ago, but he's still not home. I guess he's held up by Long Island traffic."
A confused look twisted around Jake's mouth.
"Long Island normally doesn't have traffic this time of the evening. Its great for getting dim sum. I can be back on campus in 20 minutes."
I nudged Jake in the ribs, as I could tell Mom was getting seriously worried. I dragged him into the lounge to "discuss pizza toppings."
Its great having a boyfriend. It makes me go all warm and fuzzy just thinking about how he kisses my cheek everytime we say hello, and when we're talking, he squeezes my hand. Also, it helps that he's so hot and the best kisser I know. Not that I've kissed that many guys, as we established. Still, he's just so there...
"Pizza's here! Suze, come and get your pepperoni! Jake, margherita or spicy?"
"My youngest brother kinda worked on me to become veggie, so margherita," said Jake. "My brother has an IQ bigger than my dad! He filled me in on meat packing industry and animal treating. Its so completely gross."
"Ew," I said, through a mouthful of pepperoni pizza.
"Ew," mimicked Jake, and I was forced to mock-punch him. I swallowed through laughing, but it was a good thing I did, as Jake grabbed me and laid the biggest smacker on me, I swear my eyes nearly popped out.
"Suze!" screeched my Mom, and me and Jake tore apart.
"Mom," I wailed, kinda pathetically. "We were busy!"
"Suze!" she repeated. "Your dad's... cheating on me!"