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"He goes to school with me" I fiddle with one of the leather bands on rip constricts on the soda can as he frowns "Football? Really?"

"What? There’s nothing wrong with football guys"

"Yeah, but … it just doesn’t seem like your type"

"I don’t even knowweirder and weirder about guys the o out on dates

He places the can back on the trunk then rests his ar, feeling a lump swell in my throat as I remember the coldness in his eyes when I left his rooht show up, but with Ayden you can never be sure He ht"

Maybe I should go check on him before I leave?

Or at least text him

I just need to know that he’s okay

My dad ponders over so then sticks his hand into the pocket of his jeans "I’ to call Ethan to see if I can find out" He presses a button then puts the phone to his ear while I retrieve my cell from my jacket pocket to text Ayden

"Yeah, you do that" I jump to my feet when I hear a horn honk outside "That’s my ride Have fun with your phone call" I scurry for the door with the phone clutched in et your butt back here"

Dammit, so close

I spin around and smile innocently at him "Yes, Daddy"

"Don’t you ‘yes Daddy’ me" He nods his head toward theat the drivehere the engine of Williaet in that car with himent?"

He dithers with indecision "No, not really You are hter after all"

I blow out a frustrated breath "Fine You can walk er at him "But don’t be weirdo, strict dad"

He rolls his eyes as he stuffs his phone back inside his pocket "Lyric, when it couys, I will always be weirdo, strict dad, but only because I love you"