Dare Kings

Chapter 1: Home

Tristan's POV

My front door slammed closed, and I pulled from the girl I was currently having sex with, "Shit!" I grabbed her clothing from the floor and tossed them at her. "Get the hell out!"

I couldn't risk getting caught again with another girl inside my house.

With urgency, I swiftly grabbed my denim shorts and t-shirt, hastily putting them on, almost tripping as I did so.

"I thought-" she began to speak, and I cut her off, not interested in hearing her thoughts.

"You thought nothing. Go. Get out of my house! My dad's here," I urged, frustration evident in my voice.

She hurriedly started to gather her clothes, struggling clumsily as her blouse fell to the floor, making me roll my eyes at her tardiness.

Why did I sleep with her?

Damn it! I was desperate and in need of someone, anyone.

She quickly slipped on her shoes and turned to face me, seeking guidance. "What am I supposed to do?" She asked, her voice filled with uncertainty.

Irritated, I scowled at her.

"I don't know or care! Just get out! My dad is on his way up-" I was interrupted by my father's booming voice calling my name from downstairs.

I could hear his footsteps ascending the stairs. He was always skeptical of me, no matter the situation.

Panicking, the girl's distress was starting to provoke my anger. "Go through the fucking window, Angel!" I snapped, my teeth gritted in fury.

My harsh words prompted her to hasten towards the window, desperately opening it and pulling it up.

She placed one foot out, putting her body under, then turned to look at me.

"My name is Alexis, by the way!" With that, she disappeared from my window then I heard a loud thud.

I rushed over to my window and looked down to see Alice- Alay- Alisa-fuck what was her name again?- she was laying flat on her back with her arms spread wide open.

She opened her eyes and gave me a thumbs-up before getting back to her feet and jogging away. "Call me!"

I scoffed.

In your dreams.

I looked across from my house and saw Jerry, my old neighbor looking over at me shaking his head.

That old skank could never mind his own business.

It was like the twenty-ninth time he saw me snuck a girl over.

I stealthily made my way back into my bedroom just as my door creaked open, revealing my father's presence.

His eyes scanned the room suspiciously, fully aware of my previous escapades of sneaking random girls into my room, he had explicitly warned me against such behavior, but his warnings were more akin to threats.

"Have you already packed?" He inquired, his gaze still lingering on the corners of my room.

"Absolutely, Dad," I replied, flashing him my most irresistible, charming smile.

He nodded, seemingly satisfied, yet he continued to survey the surroundings before finally fixing his gaze on me. "Well, it's time to take you to college, boy," he declared, turning his back to exit. "And get your bed set up," he added.

"You seem awfully pleased that I'm leaving," I remarked, shaking my head in disbelief.

"You have no idea," he retorted.