Contessa (83 page)

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Authors: Lori L. Otto

Tags: #Fiction, #Coming of Age


Okay, well before you get mad, let me explain.

He sighs loudly and rubs his forehead in frustration.

We weren

t just celebrating his birthday–


Correct me if I

m wrong, but he only turned
eighteen
today, not twenty-one.


Dad, will you give me a chance?


Go on.


He got his acceptance to Columbia, Dad!

My dad

s expression softens slightly as a faint smile forms across his lips.

That

s great, Tessa, but that

s no reason to drink. You

re only sixteen. He

s too young. What place even served you?


Dad, I didn

t drink,

I lie.

Jon

s uncle owns a bar. He wanted him to stop by for a drink–just one drink, that

s all–to celebrate. He said his dad would have wanted to celebrate this special occasion. He wouldn

t let me drink, though.


So
he
drank?


Just one little drink, Dad.


A shot?


I guess, yeah. Just one, and he was fine. Then we went to dinner, and he was perfectly fine.


I put my trust in him to take care of you while you

re together. Whether or not he seemed

perfectly fine,

what he did is not acceptable in my eyes, Liv.


I was fine, Dad. He
did
take care of me. He wasn

t driving. He

d never have had anything if he was driving, Dad, I know that. And on top of that, I know how you feel about it, and I wouldn

t have gotten in the car with him. I promise.


This is, well, it

s a little disappointing,

he says quietly, and I feel bad for Jon, who has spent months trying to earn the respect of my father.


Dad, I think you

re over-reacting.

He raises his eyebrows at me, staying silent, waiting for me to continue.


It was supervised,

I tell him,

and it was no different than you letting us have a glass of champagne on New Year

s Eve.


It

s
very
different, Olivia,

he says, now audibly frustrated.

Then
, you were safe at home.
Then
, you had your cousin keeping an eye on your activities.
Then,
I knew exactly where you were and who you were with.


Well, what if his mom didn

t approve of him drinking that night?


I

ll have you know, Tessa, that we cleared it with her first. One drink at midnight.


Of
course
you did. I just don

t see why you

re mad about him having one drink tonight. You

re not his father.


I only care because you were with him. I mean, what if he had let you drink tonight?


So what if he had?

I counter quickly.


Did he?

he nearly interrupts, obviously trying to catch me off guard.


No!

I state once more.

But if he had, Dad, what are you saying? That I

m such an irresponsible child that I wouldn

t know how to behave? That I

d run off with strangers, or start snorting blow or something?


Okay, now
you

re
over-reacting. I am your father. I was put on this earth to make sure you make it to adulthood. That

s my job, my responsibility. It

s my purpose in life. And by the time you get there, it

s my
personal
goal to make sure you

re a functioning, contributing, exceptional member of society.


I don

t understand why you feel the need to constantly try to derail me. I

m doing this for your own good–


I. Didn

t. Drink. Tonight. Dad.


I

m sorry, Livvy, but I don

t believe you.


Well, I

m sorry you don

t.


You

re going to sit there and tell me that if I called him right now, he

d tell me you had nothing to drink tonight.


He would.


And would he also tell me that he, himself, had nothing to drink?


Probably–


So then how could I trust him?


Dad, he just wants to impress you. I mean, this wasn

t a big deal. It wasn

t even his idea. That

s the only reason why he may not tell you the truth about what he did tonight. He shouldn

t get in trouble for this.


No one

s getting in trouble, Livvy. But before you can go out with him again, I want to make sure he understands my rules where you

re involved.


Dad, he gets it. He doesn

t need you to tell him again.


Well, he can sit through a reminder.

I roll my eyes at him.

Why were you so animated at Kelly

s shop?


Animated? I don

t think I was animated.

Again, he waits for me to continue.

I don

t know, Dad, I guess I

m just happy for Jon. It

s a big day for him. Can

t I be happy for him?

Dad stands up as he nods his head.

Of course you can, Contessa. You should be.


Thank you,

I say stubbornly.


Has he gotten word of any scholarships or financial aid?


Nothing yet.

I remember what I

d suggested to Jon in the car and consider telling my father.


I

m sure it

s coming,

he says.


You

re sure, like, you know?


Of course I don

t know. I don

t see any reason why he wouldn

t get assistance, though.


You want him to go to Columbia, don

t you, Dad?


Sure I do.

He smiles as he walks to the door.

Invite him over on Saturday,

he adds,

so we can chat.


Alright, Dad,

I agree. Surely he

ll help Jon out with his tuition. I

m so excited about it that it

s all that

s on my mind when I talk to Jon.


Are you in trouble?

he asks without saying hello.


No,

I tell him. Even though my dad doesn

t believe me, he has no proof, and therefore doesn

t seem to be taking it out on me. He

s always been fair like that.

They

re cool.


Wow. That

s surprising. I can

t believe you pulled that off.


I

m not drunk,

I tell him.

But he does want to talk to you on Saturday before our date.


Oh, great. What about?


I think he

s going to reiterate the rules. Maybe something else, but I don

t want to ruin the surprise. Can you come over a little early so we aren

t late to the movie?


Sure. I had a few things to talk to him about, too.


What?


Well, my senior prom is next month, and I want you to go with me.


I

m pretty sure I can make that decision, Jon,

I tell him, my smile obvious in my tone.

Yes!


I didn

t think I

d get any objection from you,

he adds with a chuckle.


Well, they

ll be fine with that.


That

s not all I want, though.


Oh. What else?


I was thinking about getting a room at the hotel.

I laugh sarcastically.

They definitely aren

t going to be fine with that.


That

s not what I

m going to ask. There are a bunch of after-parties–one that the school is even hosting. I thought I

d just set the stage and test the waters.


Oh.


How do you feel about that?

he asks.


I

m not sure
.


I

ll say it again, we don

t have to do anything, Liv. I won

t pressure you. But I

d love to spend as much time with you as possible, and normally, curfews are extended or dropped on prom night.

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