The breakfast table was deathly silent the following morning.
Or should I say, a few hours later.
I felt tired, hungover and needing fresh air. I was dressed like a tramp, but I really couldn't care less.
I wandered out into the front garden, and breathed. The morning air was cool and inviting. Suddenly, Jasmine emerged from the street corner.
Shit, she was seeing me looking like a hobo.
"Nice day, isn't it Angie?"
"Yeah, it's ok I guess."
"Did you have fun last night? I had a great time!"
"I had an amazing night!" (total lie, but I wasn't telling Lil' Miss Bitch about the night's events)
"Well, I'm glad you enjoyed yourself." I wanted to slap her sugary sweet face.
"Yeah, same to you."
She was quiet for a moment, pondering whether to say something or not.
Just go. I don't want to talk to you.
"It's just strange, I wouldn't have thought having your dad walk in while you're doing the nasty would make anyone's night. I guess you enjoy pleasuring your dad!"
I just laughed
"Accidents happen. At least he knows I'm not a little girl anymore."
"Hmm, yeah I guess. Well, see you!"
No, just get deported back to the US, you slut.
She walked off, heeled boots clacking as she went.
I could already hear the gossip set for Monday morning.
"Did you hear? Angelina and her dad have sex!"
Great, my life was simply awesome!