Highly Unlikely [BxB]

CHAPTER FIVE

When The Magic Wears Off

It was 00:41 when I started the car to drive back home. As much as I didn't want to, there was only so much trouble I could get Andre into.

To my advantage, the streets were nearly empty as I wound past them. Not that it helped any bit. I would still reach home after a while. And maybe I should have been speeding my way back home but I wasn't. Partly because I was in a really happy mood and partly because I preferred not to get into an accident at such a time.

               Sometimes when I'd gone out with Andre and it was just the two of us, he'd let me drive and scold me every time I went too fast. I'd laugh and he'd double the scolding. He was just the best.

               It wasn't Andre that I saw when I first got home, it was my dad and he was really pissed off. His fists remained clenched at his sides as his face remained stoic. He was furious.

               The guards stood still in a line facing him, tense as they could be as he paced back and forth uneasily.

               He stopped when he saw me, relief flooding his face. But I was too familiar with that underlying anger in his eyes. He walked towards me.

               "Where is your phone Julian?" My dad asked like he was trying his hardest not to yell at me.

                "Didn't take it," I replied casually, making him angrier than he already was.

              The air felt like it was sizzling with electricity. "You left on your own, without Andre or Killian, without telling anyone where you were going, and you didn't think to take your phone?!" My father snapped.

               I didn't tell him that I thought about taking my phone, and this—he was the exact reason why I didn't. I still don't understand what his paranoia is about no matter how hard I try.

               "What if something happened to you?" Dad raised his voice. It was one of those times where according to him, I had messed up really bad.

               "Well nothing happened dad, I'm here, aren't I?" I replied in the same casual tone that continued to get on his nerves.

               "Anything could have, it's past midnight—"

               "I'm aware of the time. I'm freaking seventeen dad!" The lava gushed out of me unexpectedly. "When are you going to start treating me like I don't live in a prison? I can't go anywhere without eyes on me, it's fucking frustrating...I need to breath!"

            "Mind your language when you speak to me boy, and this doesn't happen again!" His voice was firm and yet his eyes had softened after my outburst. I noticed it, but it didn't make any difference. Even if his eyes turned into pudding, he'd never change anything. "End of discussion." He added. Exactly like that.