Back To His House

Zoe’s POV

“Mom!” I called my mother as I looked for a dress inside my old cabinet.

Silly me, for I am not wearing any dress like those. I only have jeans and shirts.

“What is it?!” My mom yelled back as she was busy cooking in the kitchen.

I shook my head. Instead of shouting at each other, why can’t I just get down and ask her… closely?

Gees, self!

I rushed towards the kitchen and saw my mom stirring. “Mom.”

“Yes?” she asked, but her attention was still on the dish that she was cooking.

“Hmm… can I borrow one of your dresses?” I bit my lower lip as I reached for the glass and poured the water pitcher.

“For what?”

“I have a date.”

“A date?!” she exclaimed, which made me lose grip on the glass.

“What the hell, mom?!”

“Words, Zoe,” she said, more of a warning.

“So, can I?”

“Who’s your date?”

I put down the glass on the table and sighed. “Helios—”

“See—”

“With his dad,” I continued. And watched for her reaction. I saw how her eyes widened, and her lips parted.

“Seriously?”

I bit my lower