Our Little Secret (13)

?Christa!? my step-father yelled from the kitchen. I could just imagine the look on his face as he stood there yelling and upset. His face always went quite a brilliant shade of red when he was really ticked off, and I could tell by the way he yelled my name that he was angry. I waited a few more minutes, to leave him waiting and build up the tension. He hates waiting for people, he is possibly the most impatient man I?ve ever met. Patience is something of a foreign concept to him - in his job people wait for him, not him waiting for people. I smiled to myself as I rolled off the bed and walked down the hall to the kitchen, where he was waiting for me, his face red and annoyed from me making him wait. I?m something of a trouble maker- I like winding people up and stirring the pot. It?s never malicious or with nasty intentions, I never cross into those boundaries, this is purely for fun and it?s always harmless. ?Oh so you think this is funny?? he demanded as I came into the kitchen, still smiling. ?What?? I asked. ?Your report card young lady,? snapped Jack, my step-father. ?You promised your mother and I that if you joined the cheerleading squad you?d keep your grades up, but they?re slipping Christa. You used to be a straight A student but your Arnavutköy escort highest grade here is a B-. What?s going on?? ?It?s still a passing grade,? I commented dryly. ?I blame that boyfriend of yours,? he replied, pointing a mean finger at me. ?He?s leading you down the wrong path. He?s bad for you Christa. We?re concerned for you.? My boyfriend, Mitch, was something of a bad boy. He was twenty-one and had been at college, except he got kicked out when he was caught smoking pot and dealing a little bit on the side. Mom and Jack didn?t like him in the first place- they had an issue with the fact that I was a high school student and he was at college, and then they found out that Mitch had been kicked out, and they liked him even less. They figured he was a bad influence on me and that he was leading me on a bad path. But the more they went on at me and told me to stay away from him, the more I dug my heels in and stood by him. ?You blame him for everything,? I replied, rolling my eyes. It was the same old argument. ?Don?t roll your eyes at me Christa. This is a big deal. What am I supposed to tell your mother? She won?t be very happy when she looks at your report card and sees that your grades have Avcılar escort bayan slipped. There are D?s in here and you promised us when you joined the squad that you?d keep your grades up. That was the arrangement we had,? he said, raising his voice. ?Mom?s never at home anyway, she?s always far too busy for us. I doubt she?d even notice.? My mom, Helen, was a high power business woman and a radical feminist. My birth father, Frank, had walked out on us when I was five years old, and ever since then mom had done this massive transformation. Never again would she rely on a man to see her through life. Whatever they could do, she could. Which was all well and good except now her feminism bordered on man-hating and condemning the patriarchy. I used to like to bait mom and wind her up- we had very differing opinions. She asked me once what my future plans were and I told her that I?d marry rich and be set for life. The look on her face was priceless, which was great for me because that?s what I had been going for. ?Oh she will notice,? Jack said, breaking me from my thoughts. ?Because I?m going to have to tell her.? ?What? Don?t be such a narc. Be cool,? I responded, appalled. And then a thought came to me. Escort Bağcılar I knew Jack had the hots for me. He thought that I didn?t know or see him but I did. And,*of course, I played up to it. Walking around the house in my bikini or skimpy clothing in the summer, wearing only a t-shirt and panties to bed. I used to time it, so that when he was leaving his bedroom dressed in his suit and ready to go to work, I?d leave my room, cutting across his path to go the bathroom. I could feel his eyes scanning me as I did that, my legs and ass on display for him to see. When I joined the cheerleading squad a year earlier, not long after my sixteenth birthday, I used to wear my uniform at nearly every opportunity I got. Most days I had to wear it to school, but when I got home I wouldn?t change out of it straight away- I?d stay in it. My long blonde hair tied up in a side ponytail, green and white ribbons in my hair- they were the school colors. I attended Abraham Lincoln High School, and our school colors were Lincoln green and white and our mascot was the catamount. There was a conversation mom and I had had over dinner one night. This was not long after I had started dating Mitch and he had been in trouble for smoking pot, he had only just been kicked out of college for it. Mom had asked what the future held for Christa and Mitch, and I told her that the plan was, he?d find a labor job and I?d become a stripper. Mom and Jack both looked at me, horrified by what I said, and then mom proceeded to tell me that I couldn?t rely on my looks to get me through life.