The Lance Temptation Part 11

She pushed me back down on the bed. "Come on, Emili. We're friends. Can you come down to earth for a minute?"

"Friends tell each other things."

Farah rolled her eyes and shook her head. "Emili, please. We do tell each other things. Did it ever occur to you maybe I couldn't tell you where I was?"

"Why not? You didn't want to tell me."

"Emili, are you even listening? I couldn't tell you."

"What do you mean?" Now she had my attention.

She sat down. "I was with my dad. I loved it, Emili. I miss him."

I grimaced. "What do you mean you miss him. You're not making sense."

"Because he isn't supposed to see me."

"Not following..."

"My parents had this ma.s.sively huge argument about ten days ago. My dad left. Mom was furious. I've never seen her so angry."

"Wait," I interrupted her. "You never told me."

"I know. I suppose you'll get mad all over again."

I sighed. "Go on."

"Well, she raced right out the next day to a lawyer. She dug up some real c.r.a.p on my dad and got the lawyer to get an injunction. Right now I can't go see my dad. And I wanted to. n.o.body consulted me about anything, so I guess I don't count. By the way, this isn't public information, so you can't tell a soul. I mean it. My mother is Miss Everything's Perfect, and she hasn't spilled to anyone. Honestly, she is so stupid sometimes." She took a deep breath and continued.

"I called him and he told me he was staying at The Windsor. I went over there and he got super mad. I started crying because basically if I cry, he'll give in to anything."

"Didn't your mother know where you'd be? Wouldn't she look there first? Didn't the police find you?"

"She never called the police. She wouldn't. And have her lovely reputation smeared? Never! Not even for her dear missing child."

"Doesn't she know where your dad is? Why didn't she go there first?"

"She doesn't know where he's at. He's been moving around. I don't think she thought he'd have the nerve to see me. I had to swear to my dad I wouldn't tell anyone."

I sat there with my mouth open.

Farah went on. "I'm surprised she didn't hire a private detective. I guess after paying the lawyer she didn't have any more money."

"You guys are loaded."

"Yeah, about that. Mother is careful to give the appearance."

"You're not loaded?" This was news.

"Emili, everything is relative."

"Then, you were with your dad the whole time?"

"Not all the time, but most of it."

I nodded. "So you couldn't tell me because you didn't want your dad in trouble."

"Right." Farah studied her hands. "I think this is it, Emili. My mom and dad are over."

"Why didn't you text me after you got home?"

"I should have. But after listening to my mother scream at me for two hours straight, I didn't have the energy for anything."

"Why are you telling me now?"

"Emili, don't be dumb. No matter what you were ranting about, we are friends. You're my best friend. You're one of my only friends - well, who's a girl. If I had to tell you to keep our friendship, then I'm telling you. You forced me."

I was the biggest creep who ever lived. I should've trusted her. I should've let her have her reason and respected it. And she did have a reason. A good one.

"I'm sorry, Farah. I'm so sorry."

She shrugged her shoulders. "Whatever."

"No, I'm truly sorry. I should've trusted you."

"Yeah, well." She gazed out my window. "My life pretty much sucks right now. I had to practically sign in blood to come over here today. How come you aren't answering your phone?"

"I'm grounded."

She raised her eyebrows. "Well, well, well. I'm impressed. What did the angel do to deserve grounding?"

"Lied to my mom."

"About..." She leaned closer.

"I said I was studying alone at the library and I wasn't. I met Lance. Mom caught us outside the library."

"Nice. I love it. What'd you guys do?"

"We went to Pete's apartment."

Farah jumped off the bed. "You what?"

"Keep your voice down. We went to Pete's apartment."

"And did what?" Farah was practically drooling.

"Not much of anything as it turns out."

"I can't believe it. I absolutely can't believe it! I'm gone for two days and someone has stolen Emili. Who are you? And why didn't you tell me?"

"You're kidding, right? You weren't available if you recall. We kissed, nothing else. If you must know, he wouldn't stop asking about you."

She plunked down on the bed. "He wouldn't?" The sharpness was gone. She leaned forward, her voice eager, intense. "What did he want to know?"

I eyed her carefully. "Not much - only wanted to know if you were okay." I pulled my knees up to my chest. "I'm glad you're here and I'm glad we're friends again. I missed you."

She lightly slapped my arm. "Me, too. But what did Lance ask exactly?"

"Like I said, he wanted to know where and how you were. I told him I didn't know. We got into a fight. Then Pete came home, and they got into a fight. We went back to the library, and Mom found us."

"Wait a minute. Pete came home? He and Lance fought?"

"Yeah, because Lance never asked if we could use the apartment."

Farah clasped her hands together. "This gets better by the minute. Did they hit each other or just yell?"

"They hit. But I left, so I don't know much."

"I can't believe I missed all this." Farah whistled softly then sank back into the pillows. She ran her tongue over her lips. "So much has been happening." She jerked back up. "So Pete saw you and Lance making out?"

"No! Like I'm going to make out with his brother standing there watching."

"You didn't go in his bedroom did you?"

"No! Of course not. We sat on the loveseat and kissed a couple times." I squirmed at the memory. "It could've been more - he wanted more. But we fought. I needed to talk to you because you always know what to do. It was a total disaster." It felt good to confide in Farah again.

She nodded. "Yeah, I always know what to do. Too bad you fought, but the important thing is making up, Emili. Always remember to make up. It's when the fun happens. What else is going on? Am I caught up?"

"I'm grounded off the phone and computer. That's about it. Hey, does my mom know you're here?"

"How should I know? Sarah let me in. Don't worry about your mom, I can handle her."

On cue, there was a knock at my door. Mom stuck her head in. She blinked twice when she saw us. "Farah, I didn't know you were here."

Farah jumped off the bed. "Oh, I'm sorry, Mrs. Jones. I didn't know Emili was grounded, or I wouldn't have come. And I feel bad about how I scared everyone the other day. You'll forgive me, won't you?" She walked over by my mom and nearly nestled into her. "I'm sorry my mother came over here and got you involved. My mom's not like you. She doesn't stay calm. Ever."

I watched my mom's face throughout this speech. I wasn't sure she'd fall for Farah's magic this time.

"Farah, she's your mother. She was worried." Mom put her arm around Farah's shoulder. "We all were. You can't take off and expect no one to worry."

Farah nodded, a penitent look on her face. "I know. I'm sorry."

"Where were you?"

Farah shook her head, and her thick hair tumbled behind her shoulders. "I was at a friend's house and my mother didn't think of her. I haven't been getting along with Mother so I went over there. I didn't think to call until everyone was already upset. It was thoughtless of me."

My mother's eyes narrowed then she relented. "Yes, it was thoughtless, Farah. But you're back now and safe, which is the main thing." She looked over at me. "And yes, Emili's grounded, but I suppose she can visit for a few more minutes. I guess I didn't ground her from seeing her friends."

My mom walked out and shut the door.

Chapter Ten.

Farah flounced on the bed, and curled her legs under her. "What'd I tell you?"

"Amazing." I couldn't help laughing. "Farah, you're something else. Take off your coat. Mom said you could stay awhile."

Farah pulled off her coat. She wore an out-of-style blue turtle-neck sweater. Since when did Farah wear something so yesterday? My thoughts must've shown on my face.

"I know. It looks like great-grandma's, but I kind of like it." She pulled at the sleeves until they nearly covered her hands.

"You said you were at your dad's most of the day. Where were you the rest of the time?"

Farah's eyes widened. "You don't miss a detail, do you? Now there's the Emili we all know and love."

"Well?"

"I a.s.sume you can keep your mouth shut."

"Farah, you know I can."

"I was with Pete."

"You said Pete didn't know where you were!"

"Well, he didn't know I went to my dad's. I was with Pete first." She grabbed my hands in hers. "I like him so much, and he likes me back. I think he might love me. He's the only one who truly gets me."

I stared at her.

"Well, it's true," she said. "He listens and gives me advice. He's like a big brother in a way."

I couldn't help it - I rolled my eyes.

"Oh, I know we've had s.e.x and everything, but he's still like my brother."

I flinched. "What? You're kidding, right?"

"Emili, we're in high school. It's not such a big deal. Don't be stupid."

"Uh, yeah it is too a big deal. And I'm not stupid, so quit saying I am. Having s.e.x is about the dumbest thing in the world you could've done. Did you even think about the consequences? You hardly know Pete. You could get a disease. Not to mention he's older, so couldn't he get in big trouble?"

"I should've said making love, not having s.e.x. I know perfectly well how old he is, Emili. You sound like a health teacher. Him being older is part of what makes it great. He's had experience in life, unlike the little twerps in high school. At first, we weren't going to do it. He was worried I was too young and would get hurt. Him trying to protect me totally proves he cares. He was kind to me, Emili. Legit nice. It happened, and I'm glad. Are you shocked?" Her voice seemed a bit too forceful at the end. Who was she trying to convince?