You can't take her with you., chapter 7

*Many years later, Marissa is 16.*

"Wake up Marissa," I said and tried to wake her up. "You have to go to school."
"Five minutes Dad," she mumbled and turned around.
"You're late. Come on wake up," I said and tried to take away the sheets from her.
"Daddy!" she yelled.
Joey passed her room and noticed I couldn't wake her up.
"Wait I'll do it," he said with a smile on his face.
"Marissa you have to wake up and watch the MTV News! They said Frank Iero has got a girlfriend!"
"What?!" Marissa yelled and sat up.
"Just kidding," Joey laughed and walked out of the room.
"Idiot," she mumbled and looked at me. "What?! You would have reacted exactly like me."

"Jakob!" I heard Marissa yelling again. "Get out of the bathroom! The girls won't like you anyway!"
"Hey what's up?" I asked smiling.
"He's in there for 15 minutes," she said annoyed.
"We have two bathrooms."
"But all my stuff is in there."
"Don't be bitchy. You can go in," Jakob said and glared at his sister. "And by the way. With the make or without it, the boys won't like you anyway."
"Stop it and hurry up," I said before Marissa could say anything.
"Whatever," she mumbled and closed the door behind her.
"Good morning honey," I walked into the kitchen and gave Adie a kiss.
"What's up today?" She asked with her cute smile.
"I'll drive Marissa and Jakob to school, them I'll hang around with Tre and Mike in the studio. Well and then I'll spend the whole evening with my hot wife," I laughed.
"Sounds good,"Adie said and grinned.
"I'm ready," Marissa came running down the stairs.
"Shall we go and buy a dress for the prom night after school?" Adie asked.
"I'm not going. Can't explain it. Have to go now. Come on Dad."

*Marissa's Point of View*

"Bye Dad!" I said when I got out of the car. When I stood at my locker John came to me. He's in the foorball team and all the girls are crazy after him. Exept me. I didn't like him, he was like one of these plastic guys, if you now what I mean.

"Hey Marissa," she said and smiled at me with his white teeth.
"What do you want?" I asked and opened my locker.
"A date with you."
"The answer is no," I said and closed the locker.
"Why not?"
"John stop asking stupid question and look for an other girl. I don't wanna date you."
"You'll regret it, bitch."
"Fuck yourself," I said with a smile and walked away...
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