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Post by David on Dec 7, 2011 2:50:13 GMT -5
That made David frown darkly. "I said no to Dartmouth because I didn't want to go to Dartmouth. Seriously, Sarah, what is your problem? Why are you being such a bitch?"
Les gasped, then grinned at the use of a swear word at the table
Mrs. Jacobs' smile wavered, and her eyes widened. "David!"
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Post by Zippy on Dec 7, 2011 2:54:12 GMT -5
Zippy did the same thing, gasping and looking-wide eyed at her boyfriend. "David!"
Mr. Jacobs gave David a stern look, although he kind of agreed with him. "Language, son. And certainly not directed at your sister, or at the dinner table." He buttered a bread roll. "But, did you say no already? I thought we discussed that you would think about it for a while longer."
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Post by David on Dec 7, 2011 2:57:10 GMT -5
David swallowed, looking down at his plate and poking at his pot roast. "I told the admissions director yesterday. I--I'm holding out for Columbia. I like New York, and I'd rather not leave." He glanced over at Zippy, trying to meet her gaze.
Les grinned roguishly. "So, it is about Zippy!" He was the only one David had told her newsie name to.
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Post by Zippy on Dec 7, 2011 3:03:10 GMT -5
Zippy gave him a reassuring smile, although it was still a sore subject for her. She shot Les a smile as well- she already absolutely adored him, and he was the only Jacobs family member she couldn't wait to spend more time with.
Mr. Jacobs wasn't as cheerful anymore. "But Dartmouth was a sure thing, David. I haven't worked 70 hours a week for 21 years for you to not go to college. This is my dream for you, son."
Sarah poked at her pot roast, miserable that not only was David the favorite, but his girlfriend was actually beautiful and genuine.
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Post by David on Dec 7, 2011 3:06:13 GMT -5
David frowned at his father. "Dartmouth will still be a sure thing a year from now after I graduate. I'll go then, if I have to. And if Dartmouth'll take me, Columbia will too. Or--or maybe Syracuse, upstate."
Mrs. Jacobs only pursed her lips. Her face remained calm and polite, but she was eyeing Zippy through her lashes. Who was this girl, and how had she managed to get her son so off track?
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Post by Zippy on Dec 7, 2011 3:12:22 GMT -5
Mr. Jacobs glanced at his wife, frowning. "I just don't understand. You have been eyeing Dartmouth's political science program for years."
"And he's been skipping school," Sarah added, just for good measure. She looked at Zippy. "Have you noticed he's been skipping school, too?"
Zippy could have died. If someone walked in and offered to shoot her in the face, she would have accepted. It would have been a frickin blessing. Despite this, she needed to stick by David, because if she was freaking out inside, she couldn't imagine what he was going through. She found his hand under the table and squeezed it.
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Post by David on Dec 7, 2011 3:15:11 GMT -5
David nearly through his fork at his sister's head. He grit his teeth, trying to remain calm. "I'm getting all my work done, and clearly it's not that big of a deal, if I'm being told I can graduate early, for Christ's sake. And dammit, Dad, I don't want to go to Dartmouth! Things have changed, okay!"
Mrs. Jacobs patted the corner of her mouth with her napkin, voice calm. "What has changed, David? What, exactly, has changed in the last two months besides this...relationship."
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Post by Zippy on Dec 7, 2011 3:25:01 GMT -5
((poor david. this is less entertaining and now i just feel awful))
Zippy could hardly stand it. She'd completely lost her appetite and she had never felt more uncomfortable in her life. She also thought it was rather inappropriate for his parents to completely grill David in front of her.
Sarah crossed her arms over her chest, sulking. This wasn't feeling as good as she thought it would.
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Post by David on Dec 7, 2011 3:28:06 GMT -5
((I know! Poor kid  )) David scoffed, unable to take any more of this. He pushed his chair back, getting up from the table. "Come on, Zip, we're leaving." He stormed to his room, throwing some extra clothes into a bag, then went to the door. Mrs. Jacobs stood up. "David, please. Mayer, do something." |
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Post by Zippy on Dec 7, 2011 3:35:14 GMT -5
Zippy didn't move but looked at Mr. Jacobs desperately. This couldn't be happening!
Mr. Jacobs sighed, and reached for a bread roll. "David, please come back to the dinner table. If you want us to treat you as an adult, you need to act like one. Sarah, will you please refill the lemonade?" He turned his attention back to Zippy. "So Erin, David tells us you are an artist."
Zippy gulped, and nodded slowly. "I just doodle. It's nothing, really."
Sarah shot David an apologetic look as she went to the kitchen.
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Post by David on Dec 7, 2011 3:40:00 GMT -5
David wasn't having any of it, and whirled back to look at them angrily. "You can't just pretend like nothing happened, like you all didn't just ruin everything!"
He stalked back to the table, glaring daggers, feeling completely betrayed. "It doesn't matter what I do, you'll treat me the same! I've always done everything I was supposed to, never ruffled any feathers, did everything I was told. And for what? So I could be told what to do for the rest of my life?! 'Cause that's not gonna happen!" He was nearly shouting now. "Zippy, let's go!"
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Post by Zippy on Dec 7, 2011 3:44:06 GMT -5
Mr. Jacobs shot his wife a desperate look. "Esther, say something to the boy...David, we only want what's best for you."
Zippy was torn. She really didn't think they should just storm out of there, but she never had her own parents to shout at, so she guessed she had to follow David's lead. She stood up slowly, thinking rapidly on how to fix this. She didn't want his parents to hate her!
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Post by David on Dec 7, 2011 3:47:42 GMT -5
David was fuming now. "What's best for me?! What's best for me is staying in New York and staying with Erin!"
Mrs. Jacobs sighed. "David, you're seventeen. Surely, you can't think--"
David cut her off, pointing his finger at her. "Don't you dare! Don't you dare say it!" He'd already heard it when he overheard his parents talking about it earlier. They didn't think he was serious about Zippy, that she was just a phase.
David whirled back to the door, grabbing his bag again, throwing the door open and storming out. He knew Zippy had no choice but to follow him.
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Post by Zippy on Dec 7, 2011 3:50:16 GMT -5
"T-the pot roast was r-really wonderful, Mrs. Jacobs," Zippy stuttered, shaking as she reached for the door. Once she shut the door behind her, she descended down the steps slowly, her eyes filling with tears.
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Post by David on Dec 7, 2011 3:52:39 GMT -5
David didn't say anything as he practically stomped down the stairs and outside. He only frowned darkly, trying to calm his breathing. He didn't say anything until they were in front of the LH, and he realized she was crying.
"Zip..."
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