Somethings Gotta Give 08.

"..Dad?" I asked myself under my breath. Sure enough it was my dad.

"What was that?" Craig asked. I point over at him.

"What about it? It's a man with some woman. And man, I hate it when old people kiss in public." I looked at Craig.

"That's my fucking dad. What the hell is he doing here!?"

"Like I know. By the looks of it he's spending the day with your mom." I looked at him like he was stupid, and at this moment, he was.

"Tell me Craig, if that was my mom, wouldn't I be saying, oh look, my mom and dad. Not spazzing out cause he's here." By now the macking between this bimbo and my father was getting pretty heavy. I walked up next to my dad.

"Hey dad, have you talked to mom lately? I'm sure she would LOVE to meet your cilent." I bluntly told him.

"Jessica! What are you doing here?" He said standing up.

"Dad! I could ask you the same fucking thing. Your sorry, you know that right? I don't know why mom took you back the first time you cheated on her. Mom is probably the best woman I've meet. Hell, she's prettier than this bimbo that we have here." I said, nodding towards the woman with a shocked look on her face.

"For your information young lady, I'm not a bimbo. If your mom was giving your dad what he wanted, he wouldn't come to me." She hissed. I started laughing.

"You see, that's the difference between my mom and you. She's got morals and standards. Dad, mom WILL be informed about this. And, I hope you get an STD or something. Don't talk to me anymore. Later." I turned around, grabbed Craig by the arm and left the park.

"Wow. You sure don't have anything to hold back do you?" Craig asked me.

"Hell no. He cheated on her once and she was stupid enough to take him back. I don't know why." I replied. I seriously don't know why she did. Me and dad haven't got along after that first time, but I was always polite to him. I was forced to visit him on Mondays since I didn't live with him or mom anymore.

"I didn't think so." We walked to my dad's office so I could get my bag.

"It's not dark yet so I can walk myself home. I'll see you--" He cut my off by planting his lips on mine. First I was shocked, but then I kissed back. He put his hands on my waist and pulled me closer to him.

I pulled away, placing my hands on his chest.

"Craig, I have to go." I turned around and headed home. Why on God's green earth did he do that?! We hadn't known each other that long. But everytime we were with each other he was so nice to me. I would get this tingly feeling in my stomach and felt like I was going to stop breathing. Did I like him? No. No. He's the enemys best friend. Theres was no way in hell we could ever get together. That's. Final.

I trugged up the steps inside the house and threw my backpack against the kitchen wall. Jeremiah looked at me confused. "You wanna talk about something?" He asked, handing me a plate of food that consisted of Steak, mashed potatos and gravy, and a roll.

"Yeah, actually. I do. Guess what, and who, I saw in the park when me and Craig went."

"What?" He asked with a mouthful of mashed potatos. He had sat down beside me and tried to look more interested in what I had to saw then the food in front of him. Pig.

"Dad. And.. A 'cilent.' Not just your everyday cilent either. Unless, that is, lawyers normally go and make-out with them. I didn't think they did, but hey." Jeremiah looked at me with a bit of gravy on the side of his mouth. He cleaned his face and swallowed his food.

"Your kidding right?," I shook my head no. "Wow. He did it again. After dinner, I'll go call my, okay?" I nodded, and started eating dinner. For some reason, I couldn't stop thinking about Craig. And the kiss. I didn't imagine having Craig as my first kiss...