The Insecurities We Have

Chapter Seven

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Deputy Parent

As soon as I closed the door, I was met by a familiar face who was leaning against the wall with his arms crossed.

"Good evening to you too, dad." I playfully said to Jack as I tried to go past him.

"Where were you?" He said in a frustrated tone. "Because I waited for you for half an hour after practice, but you were a no show!"

"I got a ride from Prince," I shrugged as I answered.

"So then why did you come out of August King's car?" He shot back. He had probably been waiting long to ask that question, judging by how red his face was.

"How did you–"

"Oh please, every senior knows King's car." He easily answered my question. "Question here is why were you coming out of it?"

With every word that came out of Jack's mouth, my mind was making out a million lies per word. I couldn't have Jack find out about mine and August's deal, nor could I afford for him to find out that I was the School Vandal.

Before I could even reply, Jack answered his own question.

"H-he isn't fucking you, is he?" He chocked the words out.

"Oh my days, Jack!" I groaned as brushed past him and started going up the stairs.

"Why bloody else would you be in his car?" He counter shouted as he followed me up the stairs.

"It's complicated," I said as I finally reached inside my room.

"Ha!" He said childishly as he finally caught up to me. "You aren't denying it!"

This idiot...

"He's my.... friend, that's why I was in his car," I explained this to my idiot brother. And I could see he had a lot of questions, so before he could process any much more, I spoke out. "And no, he's not fucking me."

I slammed the door to his face and locked it. Jack didn't persist any longer, and soon enough, I heard his footsteps reluctantly leaving my door.

I was too tired to think of anything much after the long day I had, so I didn't bother to remove my uniform and crushed onto my bed, and before I knew it, I was out.

I squinted my eyes as the sun rays effortlessly tried to take away my sight. I groaned and tried to use my eyes to block out the light when I saw my mother opening another curtain in my room.

"You'd think I'd raised you better than to sleep in your school uniform," my mother said in disapproval.

I took that as a sign to wake up and lazily sat up. "Hey, mom," I mumbled.

"You are late, Candice." She sighed, ignoring my greeting. "Hurry and go bath. Your brother is waiting downstairs."

Mom's has always been like that, lacking love. My dad used to say that her way of loving was tough. I never believed him, I mean, how could I? Not when she kisses Jack's cheek every morning and bakes him pancakes or makes sure she tries her absolute best to come at Jack's every match. But she's never shown that much affection to me.

As soon as she closed my bedroom door, I got up and started getting ready. I was done within ten minutes and made my way to the kitchen. Before I even entered the kitchen, I was hit with the aroma of freshly cooked bacon.

I found myself chuckling at the sight of Jack, forcing in as much bacon and pancakes into his mouth.

"The food's not going to grow a pair and then run away." I faked a grimace.