Chapter 7 Marco: The Casanova

Today is a good day, like a really, really good day, the best I've had in awhile actually, no crazy near death experiences with Rachel, no saving the world, no life threatening suicidal missions down to the Yeerk pool, I even got a girl's number this afternoon at school. It was even her actual number, I called it as soon as I could to make sure. I've had a problem with a few girls, who names must not be spoken, that have given me fake numbers when I asked for them. Can you believe that? I mean, I'm totally irresistable, I'm the complete package, I'm like a combination of George Michael and Fabio, how could any girl resist this face? Anyway, what was I saying? Oh yeah. Perfect, this day was entirely perfect, until I got home that is.

I was heading home after dinner was supposed to start, but I wasn't too late, my dad probably wouldn't mind, as long as I had an excuse for being a little late. If he was even home, with all the new projects at his office, he barely had a moment to rest.

We were going to spend the night playing video games, watching movies and eating a totally unhealthy amount of pizza and soda. Like passing out from an overdose of greasy cheese and sugary soda amount of food. And do you know the best part of this night is? The best part is that it's just us, no Mrs. Robbinette here tonight. She was away with family. Something about a great uncle who was killed by one of those weird vending machines in Japan or something. You know the ones I'm talking about? The ones that sell shoes, soup, car tires and used women's underwear and virtually anything else you could think of. Anyway, she's out of town for a week or so. It's not that I don't like her, it's just that it's good to have some time with just my dad. And let's face it, having a math teacher for a mom is just plain wrong, like it should be illegal or something. I'm pretty sure that that is considered child abuse or something. I can never get out of doing my homework.

I was walking home while checking out this hot girl with amazing legs and an even better butt looking at herself in the mirror, through her window when I saw this kid I knew from school, who also lives in my neighborhood, he was walking towards me as fast as he could. He had this dumb, scared look on his face. Like he just saw a ghost. And I was just about to ask him that exact question when he said something that took the eternal grin off my ever so perfect face.

"Marco, your dad is hurt, he had an accident. The police are looking for you." He said with sorrowful look on his face. "I'm sorry."

"Where?" I demanded, grabbing his shoulders.

"At your house, the paramedics are taking him to the hospital now I'm sorry."

And with that, I ran full out to my house, like a bat out of hell.