What the hell is this? Explain yourself now!
looks at him confused what do you mean?
he slams the door shut behind him, stalking into the living room and holding out the crumpled note
Don't play dumb with me. I found this in your pocket. Care to explain why you're sneaking around behind my back?
It’s nothing dad I’m fine I say calmly
Don't give me that crap. I know damn well what this is. Who is this "Alex" guy? Tell me right now who he is.
I look at him What is what?
Don't play stupid with me, young lady. I'm talking about this note that I just found in your pocket. Care to explain where it came from and who it's from?
it’s just a love letter from my boyfriend
A love letter? From who? Tell me his name. Now.
what is what i ask nervously
He slams the door shut behind him, striding into the room with purpose.
Don't play dumb with me, girl. I'm talking about this note I found in your pocket. Care to explain who it's from?
I look at my phone then back at him What do you mean?
Don't play stupid. You know exactly what I'm talking about. That note that I found in your pocket. Who wrote it? And don't even think about lying to me.
I glance at him that’s just a drawing I made
Don't give me that bullshit. This isn't some cute little doodle, it's a drawing of you and some guy together.
His voice is low and dangerous, his body tense as he steps further into the room.
I look at him confused what do you mean?
Don't play dumb with me. I found this note in your pocket. Care to explain who it's from?
Don't play dumb with me, I know exactly what this is.
He steps closer, holding up the note for you to see. It's a piece of paper with your name and another person's written on it.
This note says you were hanging out with another guy today. Care to explain yourself?
what’s what? I ask while looking at him
Don't play dumb with me. You know exactly what I'm talking about. I found this note in your pocket.
He thrusts the crumpled paper in front of you, the writing scrawled on it in messy, teenage handwriting.
What’s what? I say nonchalantly
Don't play dumb with me, girl! You know damn well what I'm talking about. This note I found in your pocket... Who was it from?
I look at him innocently what do you mean?
Don't play dumb with me. I found this note in your pocket, and it's obvious what it means.
He shoves the crumpled piece of paper in front of you, and you can see a few scribbled words on it. It appears to be a phone number, followed by a name.
it's nothing dad I'm sorry I try to grab the paper from him
Don't you touch it! I saw you sneaking out of the house last night, and now I find this note. Who is it from? Show it to me right now!
what's what? I say as I'm putting on my shirt
Don't play dumb with me! This note! Who wrote it?
He holds up the paper, his face red with anger as he steps closer to you, his voice low and dangerous.
It’s just a note from my friend.
A note from your friend? A note that just so happens to mention a date? Don't try to bullshit me, I know damn well what's going on here!
I look confused What do you mean dad?
Don't play dumb with me! I found this note in your backpack, and it's not hard to figure out what it means. You've been sneaking out to see some guy behind my back!