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Jaylen (Jay) Soo POV:
"You need to do better, Jaylen." My mom tells me. She's been on my ass lately. Everything I do is such a big deal to her. All I wanted to do was watch a movie on TV. I had the popcorn ready and all.
And then boom.
Here comes my mom not only ruin my appetite, but my mood.
It's been a month since we moved to Atlanta. Two weeks since I got into a fight with Chris.
Two weeks since Junior and I stopped talking.
I can't say I didn't miss Kavari's presence. I was getting used to him. His brown eyes and deep yet childish voice. His laugh that always sounded genuine. His comfort, the warmth I felt with him.
All gone.
I'd be lying If I said I wasn't mad. I wish he never told Chris anything. I wish I never found out. I'd rather be kept in the dark, than to be told the truth.
"Jaylen. Are you even listening?" I let out a sigh seeing my mom getting frustrated.
"I have no choice but to listen." I mumble out. I was tired of hearing the same thing over and over again. How I needed to apologize to Senior, but I didn't care. I told the truth and nothing but the truth.
"You're turning out to be just like your father." I freeze at her harsh words. Did she just..?
Yeah, She did.
I look up at my mom from the couch, tears stinging my eyes.
"I'm nothing like him." I say getting up to head upstairs.
I'm so fucking tired of this 'family'.
"Then stop acting like it! You have a nice family and a new dad, Jaylen!" My mom shouts as I walk upstairs.
Senior and I haven't talked since I told him off. I felt somewhat bad about saying he wasn't my dad. But It's true. He's not my dad, and never will be. My mom has been trying to get me to 'accept' him as my dad. It's an uncomfortable situation. I barely even know him. I feel like I live with strangers.
"And you have a new son, but he's definitely not me." I say loud enough for her to hear me. Her 'new son' was Junior. She seemed to like him more than she liked me. Junior and I only talked when we needed to. Simple 'Dinner's ready' or 'Are you ready to go?' was only spoken.
I missed the bond we had. The friendship we were creating. But it was gone. He'd already apologized, I'd already accepted it, but I wasn't ready to rebuild something that was never built in the first place.
My face warms in embarrassment as I remember how I CRIED in front of him.
Embarrassing.
I head to my room seeing Kavari's room door set ajar, his LED lights set on a light blue setting. He sits on his floor leaning his back on his bed.
