The Lovable Jerk (boyxboy)

Chapter 5

Westin

All I wanted to do after work was sleep at least until I turned fifty but instead when I got home. I found dad waiting for me in my room. The man does not know anything about boundaries. He sat there as I took off my work shirt and put on a grey shirt.

I knew he was waiting for me to sit down but I hoped keeping myself occupied would make him go away but dad stared at me with a huge grin planted on his face. After about ten minutes of doing nothing but pretending I was busy. I sighed and laid on my bed.

"Oh great you're done...so how did it go?" He asked.

"You got the job dad."

"Yeah, I also know you started today. So how was it?"

I sat up straight facing him. I did not want him to think the words that were about to come out of my mouth had sarcasm written all over them.

"Horrible. They made me wear a ice cream hat, dad. A ice cream hat." I cried out.

"Come on, honey. It couldn't have been that bad. Ricky said you smiled at a customer." Dad said ruffling my hair.

I shift back looking up at him. I did not smile at anyone, not that lady with the fur coat that probably caused 3 bears cold winters or the four year old who asked for a coffee flavored ice cream not even...Arlo and his brother,Tobias. No, I didn't smile at those two but I did chuckle.

It was just funny how Arlo described me as the competition and maybe the part when Tobias said Arlo called me a jerk but not bad looking one. The look on Arlo's face when Tobias said that. Ha! He looked beyond embarrassed. He was cute. Yeah, I said it, he was cute.

"Ricky is nosy." I said in a low voice.

"Now, now, Westin. He said there was a guy you were flirting with? Do I know him?"

Flirting? Wait what? Ricky was feeding my dad too many lies. I rolled my eyes, stood up and headed to the bathroom to take a well needed shower. There was no way I was going to answer my dad's outrageous questions.

"Come on, Westin. I want to know. Who this mystery guy is. We haven't talked about this stuff since you were..." He stopped talking as soon as I looked back at him.

"Since I was seventeen." I finished for him and he looked at me with guilty eyes. "And we weren't flirting, dad." I said looking away and heading to the bathroom.

Dad grabbed my wrist and I stopped but did not face him. He gently grabbed my chin and made me look at him.

"Maybe it's about time you move on, Westin. I know what Riley did to you scared you but--"

I shook my head at him. He should not even say that demon's name. That person ruined my life. I did not even want to talk about him. Even hearing his name made me want to throw up.

"But what dad? I should open my heart and trust another fucking person to ripped it out of my chest again? God, no."

"Westin, these ten to twelve day relationships aren't relationships. They aren't healthy. You need stability."

"I'm nineteen, dad. What I need is a good fuck. Natalie was good but I kinda blew that so now all I need is alcohol, right now." I said.

He scowled looking up at me. It was funny how I was inches taller than him and Pa was also taller than him. He was the shortest in the family. I couldn't help but laugh at the thought. 

"I guess you're right but would it be so bad if you opened up...just a little of someone who isn't me, of course?"

"Can we please stop talking about this?" I asked and he nodded letting go of me.