Chaotic (Imperfection Perfection #1)

“Della…” He reached out, tucking a piece of hair that had escaped my pony tail. “We’re just having fun right now. Does everything in life have to be so serious?”


I pondered his question for a minute. Up until now, yes everything in my life had been serious. It seemed like I had always had to lie about something or cover something up with what had happened in my past. Didn’t I deserve to have a little fun?

“O-kay, I’ll bite. We’re just having fun then.” I stuck a hand between our mouths right before he leaned back down to place his lips on mine. “But I do want to make one thing clear. Even if we’re just having fun, I think it would be a good idea if we don’t see other people right now. I really don’t want to end up with any diseases.”

Justin snorted loudly before slowly nodding his head. “I think I can handle that, Della.”

I grinned at his answer and reached up to latch onto the back of his neck, pulling his head back to mine. I could feel his smile against my lips before I took control, probing his oh so willing mouth open with my tongue and diving right in. I needed to live in the right now. And right now, this guy was so into me and into this kiss, with a hunger like I had never felt.

He reached around, gripping my ass, to pull our bodies closer. Our panting filled the inside of the car as we both seemed to try and get as close to each other as possible while we explored each others mouths. He pulled back slightly, grabbing my bottom lip in between his teeth to suck it into his mouth and letting it go with a loud pop. “Where did you learn to kiss like that?” I asked, my hands on his thighs as I tried to return my breathing to normal.

“Do you really wanna know?” he replied with a smirk, before I gave a quick shake of my head and mashed our mouths back together.

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“Wake up sleepy head, the fish like to bite early.” My dad’s voice broke through the remainder of my hazy dream, and I was pulled out of the sterile white room that haunted my dreams often.

“It’s all ready time to wake up?” I groaned, slowly peeling my eyes open and saw his wide smile staring back at me. I sat up with a groan and looked over to see it was five in the morning. Way too early. Why did I agree on spending the night, just to wake up early on the one day I didn’t have class until later in the afternoon.

“What’s the matter? You used to love fishing. Please don’t tell me you’re too girly for that now. I think it’s too late in the game to try for a son.”

“No, Dad, just haven’t been in a really long time. Give me ten and I’ll be ready.” He left with a nod of his head, and I took a speedy shower, throwing on sweat pants and a hoodie, and pulled my hair up into a bun.

I was a little groggy still with it being so early, but I was excited about doing this with my dad. It was something we used to do all the time.

“Here you go, thought you might need this.” He shoved a to-go cup of coffee at me before we quietly exited out the back sliding door and headed towards the dock where Grandpa had a small fishing boat.

After loading it up with rods, a tackle box, and what looked to be some packed goodies from Grams, we made our way out to the center of the lake. I had always loved coming out this early with my dad. It was so peaceful, and it felt like it was always a bonding experience between the two of us.

“So, your Grams said that things are going well. How are you really doing, Della?” He placed both of our baits on to the end of the hooks and handed me a rod. He still remembered that was the one thing I refused to do when fishing.

“I’m really okay, dad. I’ve made some great friends here, and I’m keeping up on my schoolwork. I like my job, and I like making my own money. Grams set me up with a therapist when I got to town and I go there once a week. I think I’ll be done with those pretty soon though.”

“Glad to hear, sweetie. Maybe you and I can go to an appointment together and we can talk to the therapist about your sessions as long as he thinks that’s all right. Have you heard from your mother much?” That seemed to always be a sore subject with my dad. He had taken the divorce pretty roughly and the two of them didn’t have much communication. I think that’s one of the reasons it took so long for me to end up here.

“Once, but I think it was pretty much to scold me more than anything.”

“For what?” He asked sharply. I answered with a shrug of my shoulders because I really didn’t feel like explaining to dad the reasoning behind my mother’s call. She only thought of herself and that situation hadn’t been any different.

“That’s just ridiculous, I’m sorry Della. I just assumed she would have been there for you since that situation was more of a woman’s expertise. I should have fought harder for you, but I just thought you would better off with her since you were getting into your teenage years. I’m sorry I haven’t been there for you, but that’s going to change.”

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