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Vanilla point of view

I spent over an hour getting dressed in my school uniform. I was late, but I was terrified of confronting Dave, especially since he drove me to school. He had arranged for me to have a car with a driver because he would not allow me to drive or take driving lessons. He expressed concern that I would be involved in an accident. I admit that he was protective.

However, any normal father would allow his daughter to drive, especially since I was 18 years old and not a child. My school friends all had cars, and my school wasn't too far away. It takes only five minutes to get there.

But I didn't think he was particularly possessive. I didn't realize it until everything began to bloom all at once. It was as if I had accidentally touched his body and pressed a button.

I finally finished, and strangely, he didn't rush up to my room to rush me. I dragged my backpack down the stairs a little hesitantly. I was hoping he'd gone to his company or one of his meetings because I didn't know how to confront him. We didn't do anything, but I felt strange, and my cheeks were red and hot.

I lowered my gaze but continued to look for him. When I didn't see him anywhere, I sighed in relief but was startled when I felt his hand on my back. "So, what took you so long?" he asked, and my heart almost skipped a few beats.

"I was taking a shower," I explained shyly as I slowly turned my body. Stupid! What on earth did I just say to him? I had just finished taking a shower when he handed me the towel.

This was an awkward situation, for fuck's sake.

He narrowed his eyes and chuckled awkwardly as if unsure what was going on with me. I guess he didn't feel the same way I did, which is why he didn't look so different. He was still treating me as if I were his daughter!

Of course, he treated me like a normal person! He adores my mother, and he was also my father.

I tried to hide my blushing cheeks by covering my face in embarrassment. "Let's just get started. I'm running late." I changed the subject.

"All right, let's go," he said with a nod.

He remained silent. He just walked over to the car, and I jumped into the passenger seat next to him. I rolled down the window and stared at the street quietly to avoid his gaze.

When we arrived, I got out of the car and waved at him, but one of my classmates interrupted me, saying, "Oh, vanilla." And then he kissed my cheek out of nowhere.

I looked at him with widened eyes. Jack was both the school's jock and its heartthrob. He had previously asked me to be his girlfriend, but I had yet to respond. I simply ignored him, not because he planned to steal my virginity. I never considered it because I was convinced he desired my virginity and to taste my sexy body. But I didn't like him. So to appear out of nowhere and kiss my cheek was unusual, and we weren't even that close.

But then something strange happened. When I looked back, I saw that Dave had not driven away. He was still in the car when he called out my name, "Vanilla. Get in the car right now!!"

It was the first time he yelled at me and gave me a stern command in that manner.

I didn't know what else to do but smile at Jack and get into the car.

He drove very fast after I shut the car door as if he was racing with other cars. "What exactly is going on? Do you plan to murder us today?" I said to him, and he came to a complete stop in the middle of the street.

He didn't say anything, but he appeared enraged. With his hands, he rubbed his face. I dared to inquire of him, "What happened? Is there something I've done wrong, Dad?"

Yes, I had called him. It was either Dad or Dave, but most of the time, it was Dad.

"Don't CALL ME DADDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD."

I opened my eyes and blinked. "Wait, what was that?" Is it possible that it's because Jack kissed me?!

He gave me a lethal look, then leaned forward and said, "What was his name? And don't tell me anything. Is he your new boyfriend? Did you hand over your body to him?"

We'd never talked about this before because I'd never mentioned having a boyfriend. He always told me, however, to save myself for the one who deserves to be with me. He was my best friend, so he was confident that if I met a guy, he would be the first to know. I used to listen to his advice on a variety of topics in my life.

My mouth formed an 'o' shape. "Of course not," I say.

He took a deep breath. "Are you still a virgin?" he asked, emphasizing the word virgin.

I gave him a sly smirk. "Why do you ask?" I didn't mean to tease him.

He clenched his teeth and slammed his hands on the steering wheel. "Simply answer my question! Is it true that you're still a virgin? "He glared angrily at me.

"Yes, sure," I said, gulping. I replied confidently, but I was still trying to figure out why he had asked me and why he was so angry and annoyed. He never yelled at me. He used to allow me to have a private life. It was odd that he intervened this time. Or perhaps he used to interfere, but I didn't notice?!

He exhaled a sigh of relief, restarted the car, and drove back to my school. He came to a halt near the gate. "Get out, don't be late, and never let anyone kiss or touch you again. And if I ever find out that you lost your virginity to another guy, you will never see me again." He said it firmly, without even looking at me.

"Dad!" I exclaimed vehemently.

"Don't say dad again," he gritted his teeth and huffed.

I frowned and opened the door to leave, only to feel his strong grip on my arm. I expected him to apologize for his bad attitude, but I was dreaming.

I cocked my head to look over my shoulder at him. He raised his brow. "From now on, I'll drive you to and from school. So there will be no more drivers. At 3 p.m., I'll be waiting for you. Please don't be late, "he stated solemnly.

"I'm not a child, Dad!" I huffed inconveniently.

His brow furrowed. "Yes, exactly! Now go ahead and recall what I told you. You'd never see me if you lost your virginity to any other guy." He repeated what he said to me as if he wanted me to consider why he said those words to me.

I politely nodded and waved to him before hurrying to my classes, which I was already late for. So I went to the track to watch the football team practice. Yes, Jack was present, as he was a member of the school team. He was like a miniature Dave, and I admitted it irresponsibly. He was shallow, a jerk, and illiterate, with poor grades. He was, however, handsome, attractive, wealthy, and a football player.

I innocently waved to Jack, only to apologize for what had happened a few minutes before. He dashed towards me. "Was he your boyfriend? That's why you turned me down. A handsome and wealthy rich man is driving a Porsche while dressed in a very expensive suit! I'm impressed, but that means I'll cling to you even tighter and stay with you." He gave me a wink before returning to his team.

Oh my goodness! He mistook Dave for my boyfriend?! And he promised to cling to me even more! The rumors and gossip will begin the next day.

When I checked my phone, there was a text message from Dave saying, "Behave, and I'm watching you!" What was the fuck going on?

I wanted to tease him, so I used Jack the dumbass to do so.

I texted Jack on his phone, saying, "I'll be waiting for you after school to drive me home." Let's start the game with both of them.