Chapter Eleven : Duty calls...

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   Man, Denver's parts aren't easy to write lmaoo....anyways enjoyy!

                                     DENVER.

Why?

Why am I feeling this way about her?

It's not supposed to be this way.

I'm not supposed to be like this... fuck I don't like this.

Yesterday was such a bore until....until I called her last night and dammit didn't I have the best time in ages, through a phone call moreover. I remember how I was second guessing myself about calling her. Honestly, I thought she wouldn't pick up or something. This is a new experience to me because back in NY it was only and only about one night stands, that's it. Most of the gang members did it that way because they didn't have time to settle down due to their kind of work. See, working for gangs gives you a lot of money but it comes at a cost. You have to give up some things like marriage because your enemy could use that against you, say, maybe use your family as leverage over you to get what they wanted so it was safer to just avoid the whole dating and marriage thing for your safety and other people's. What? I have a heart too. I seriously don't know how mom and dad went that long in marriage without being attacked or anything. Okay maybe they were but they were so strong and kept pushing until those fuckers killed my mom. Till date, my dad has not told me about what exactly happened at the scene of mom's death. She died on spot but I was a bit far off, I came to her rescue a bit late when she was taking her last breaths and dad was spotting a frozen, horrified, broken look. He literally couldn't move until more bullets started firing. That's when he carried mom out of the battlefield and took her home where dad's personal doctors attended to her body before she was buried. I have so many questions about mom's death that dad has yet to answer. It's still fresh in both of our minds since it happened just a few months ago so it would be hurtful to bring up mom now. I shake my head to rid myself of the thoughts before I start to break things in anger. I decide to think of Sierra. I never thought I would be one to daydream about girls but here I am doing just that. Life is really unpredictable. The only thing that's really bugging me is having to restrain myself from getting to know her because of my secret. I mean, as far as I know, there cannot be a sensible relationship if there are secrets between the both of you. I don't even know her last name. Well, she doesn't know mine either so let us just see where this goes. I'm definitely not in any rush.

For now

Today is Monday, the most annoying day of the week. Also, I need more friends and maybe then, I can have where to go to hang out over the weekends when I am idle because I can't keep calling Sierra and Marco only. How embarrassing. Sierra was right, I am kind of lonely. One thing is for a fact though, I can't allow the 'friendships' offered by those cheerleaders and random girls who you can just tell how empty-headed they are---well that's the case at my school--- by just looking at them. There are less than five girls that I can look at and feel the appeal to talk to though if you asked me now, that list has been narrowed to one person, you know who.

I arrive at school at around nine am, late of course since school starts at eight am sharp but who cares? I'm on my way to class when I receive a call from dad. See, even the universe doesn't want me to go to school. I turn around and walk back to my car in the school parking lot, accepting the call.

"Forgot me so soon I see." Dad's voice booms through the phone. I kind of missed his voice.

"Maybe I did," I reply with a smirk and he chuckles. I continue, "What's up old man? Missed me?" And he groans.    "Here I was holding onto hope that you had forgotten that annoying nickname. Also, sorry to deflate your ego but no, I didn't miss you. In fact I called to tell you something." I  can picture him with his deep frown arched on his face.    "Neverrr and I missed you too old man. What's the problem?" I ask.     "Who said it's a problem?"      "Uhhh you know what? Just tell me because I'm really curious and right now, I am missing class." As if I care about those, I'm just curious.

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