Soon after Harry left, I found myself missing his presence. I tried to shake the feeling away, but it wasn’t very easy.
To occupy myself, I straightened up the kitchen a bit to make sure I didn’t miss any signs of Harry being here that I might question me about. I also remembered that I needed to come up with an explanation of who brought me back home from the rink. I suppose I could just say that one of the employees offered to give me a ride.
Of course I’d have to figure out who I would say. I tried to remember everyone that worked there my dad knew, but not well enough to where he’d call and thank the person or ever really see them anytime soon. I couldn’t tell him it was just some random person who worked at the rink because he would scold and lecture me on how dangerous that could’ve been. In the end though that could be better then having him run into the person I tell him and end up being in even more trouble then.
I soon just decided that I would tell him that one of the employees took me home, and then just see if he continues on with the conversation and asked me more questions. I quickly sat down on the barstool when I heard a car pulling up in the driveway of the house. I grabbed my phone and acted like I was doing something on it when he came in so it didn’t look like I had just sat down even though I did.
I heard the sound of his keys turning in the lock, and then the sound of the door opening. I realized that I was slightly shaking, and my foot was tapping against the bottom of the barstool. I couldn’t really contain how nervous I was. I knew I really shouldn’t be too nervous though, I mean there’s no way my dad will find out right? I really hated having to lie to him, but in this case it’s either lie to him, or be grounded and lectured.
“Hey Gabi,” I heard my dad say as he walked into the kitchen.
“Hey,” I said back,
“How was work?” I asked, trying to go ahead and sway the conversation into a different direction from the one I think he’s planning on going to.
“Boring as always,” he told me and gave me a smile, which I returned.
“No homework?” he asked.
“I finished it, and I haven’t gotten any new assignments,” I lied, I really hadn’t checked if I was given any new assignments to complete, I had completely forgotten.
“Well that’s good,” he said, and went to the fridge, probably to find something to eat for dinner.
“What happened to the pasta salad?” he asked me, and my nervousness and tapping on the barstool came back.
“I ate it,” I stated.
“Weren’t there two servings though?” he asked, still looking in and under things in the fridge.
“Um no I don’t think so, you must’ve eaten one already and forgot,” I offered with a shrug.
“I guess so,” he said, and finally just settled on one of the frozen chicken salad meals.
It felt so weird to lie to him, I’d never really done it to him before, but with the looks of this night and what happened today, it seemed I was going to have to lie all night.
My dad took his meal out of the microwave once the timer went off, and once he had it put on a different plate that wasn’t as hot, he came and sat down across from me at the counter.
“So, how was your day today?” he asked me.
Today was one of the days of the week that he actually got home pretty early, so that meant I had most of the night still ahead of me with him. Which basically meant more opportunities for him to ask questions and me to lie. I knew me have to stretch the truth with him wasn’t going to be happening all night, but it would certainly be on my mind the whole time.
“It was good,” I decided to keep my answer simple, I probably would’ve made a joke about having to wait at the rink, but I decided that probably wouldn’t be a good idea since I’m trying to keep him off that subject.
“Probably didn’t enjoy being stuck at the rink huh?” he said.
“It really wasn’t too bad,” I told him.
“I guess you really weren’t there for too long since you got a ride home,” he said.
“So who was it who gave you a ride home?” he asked,
“I’m going to need to thank them for helping us out some much,” he said, the words that I knew he was going to say, but hoping he wouldn’t.
“It was just one of the employees, I don’t think you know them,” I told him.
“Well tell me the name, I’ll find them next time I’m at the rink,” he said, my nervousness grew back again.
I didn’t know the names of anyone he didn’t know there, and if I just told him a random name, chances are there’s no one by that name who works there.
“Well actually I think you do know her, Tammy, I know she doesn’t work there anymore, I guess I forgot,” I quickly said, saying the first name that came to mind.
“She was there to take Ben skating,” I added, knowing he was probably going to ask why she was there.
He nodded, “I hope you thanked her,” he told me.
“I did,” I answered.
I guess telling him Harry’s aunt gave me a ride home was a good save for me. He doesn’t have her number to call her, and she’s hardly ever at the rink anymore. She goes to the rink on occasion, but he never really sees her.
Also I was somewhat telling the truth by saying that Tammy brought me home, because she is Harry’s aunt, so someone in the particular family did take me home. Not a full on lie, but not fully the truth, something Bella ever told me to do if I was ever in a situation where I needed to lie. Although, she told me that she doubted I’d ever really lie to anyone.
After sitting with my dad for a while while he ate, he eventually got up and told me he was going to go watch the news for a bit. Thankfully he didn’t mention anything else on the topic of how I got home. I didn’t think he would, but my mind is making the whole situation bigger than it really is.
The paranoid side of me is thinking that he does know, he is just acting like he doesn’t so he can drop it all on me later.
I then heard my dad say something, but I didn’t quite hear what. I, nervously of course, walked into the living room where my dad was.
“I didn’t know you watched Seinfeld,” my dad said, turning from the TV to face me.
“Oh um, yeah,” I said, realizing that I had left the TV on from when Harry was here watching it.
“Just started watching it today,” I told him.
“Good show,” he said, and then sat down on the couch to change the channel to the news.
I mentally sighed in relief as I walked upstairs to my room, where I would probably stay the rest of the night.
When I got upstairs, I took out my phone, and saw that I had a new text. I opened up the text, seeing it was from an unknown number, and read it.
Reading it I saw that it was just a simple ‘hey’, but it was signed with an H.
At first it confused me, but then I realized that it was Harry texting me. I decided that I would just answer him sometime tomorrow; I wasn’t really in the mood to text anyone right now. I went ahead and got ready for bed and everything before actually pulling back the covers and getting into bed.
It was quite a rush to get away with lying to my dad. I hated doing it, and I basically broke a bunch of his rules he had about times when he was going, and I lied about them, and he didn’t find out. At least I was pretty sure that he didn’t find out.