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"So why'd you tell Ms. Van Dam that we were late? We don't have to be anywhere today." I said as I dropped my school bag on the hallway floor. "Put this away please." He said as he picked up my bag and handed it to me. I smiled and took it. "Thank you." He said sweetly, "Now I lied because she's obnoxious, desperate, and rank." "Rank?" I repeated. "Yes. Rank." He replied, "As in smelly attitude. She was pretending to be nice but her attitude is so bad that it oozes out of her and she doesn't even realize it." I nodded. "On a more positive note," He said changing the topic, "If you go and put that bag away, you'll have the honor of helping me get dinner ready." "But-" I started. "No buts if you're good enough to eat it you're good enough to help cook it." He said with a lazy smile. "Fine, I'll be right back." I sighed. He wasn't as bad as I liked to pretend that he was. He was the first man that mom had dated that knew how to cook and I bennefitted from that greatly.