TWISTED DREAMS

3. Jeremy

I've a simple theory to live my life. Keep the circle small. Stay private and stay away from unnecessary drama.

I'm a total opposite of my Mom and Dad.

I got lot of comments on how am I even a son of Josh Chen and Jules Ambrose Chen? My nature and theirs have almost nothing in common. Well, except from Mom's hair and eyes and Dad's face and body I got nothing in similar.

But that is possible right?

Not every kid is as similar as to their parents.

It isn't necessary to born with the same genes or nature as of our parents.

Or maybe I am like them but not by personality.

"Okay baby, what did you do?" Mom opened the door when I stood outside quietly. I escaped Dahlia's apartment faster than the speed of light after I drop her home again with cold drinks. "Drinking or sex?"

"What?" Mom's words always surprise me. Her sudden question baffled me and I stole my eyes while entering in.

"We ginger heads got a disadvantage, Jerry. We can't hide the blush on our cheeks. So speak up. Have you been drinking or having sex?" Mom is lawyer and she proves it in every single sentence. No wonder she is most demanding lawyer in the city.

"None of it." I walked to our lavish kitchen and opened the fridge, still avoiding Mom's stare. "It was cold outside."

"You're blushing because it was cold outside?" Mom followed me like a detective would follow a suspect.

"I'm not blushing." I said. My cheeks were heated up and it was definitely not because of the cold. It was because-

.

Deep, insane kissing, biting and sucking.

Hips on crotch, dying to rub against each other.

Hands wanting access to every curve.

Dahlia Harper.

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"You know I'm okay with that, right? I know what teenagers do, so you can tell me anything..." Mom said leaning on the kitchen top.

My mom must be the coolest mom world could ever ask for. As much as she is caring, she treats me and Sofia like her friends. She guides, helps as well as make fun of us. There's almost nothing we cannot discuss with Mom but-

"Mom, I don't want to discuss my sex life." I gulped the cold water and finished the entire bottle in one go.

"So there is a sex life?" She caught me in words. Lawyer Jules Ambrose taking over Mom.

"No. There isn't." I gazed at mom with cold expressions. "I'm not having sex with anyone nor I'm interested right now. I got so many sculpture to finish."

"Are you asexual?" Mom and her weird concerns!

"No Mom! I'm not asexual nor am I gay as you considered me a week ago. I'm perfectly straight." I closed the cap of water bottle and put on the kitchen top beside Mom. "I just... I just don't want to waste my time on flings."

"Come on Jerry! You're young and fucking handsome as your Dad. You should have fun, mix with people and do things that teenagers do." Mom concerned. She isn't provoking or guiding me to have sex or drink but she wants me to be like other teenagers out there. Bold and free. Pursuing their career as well as living their youth. "Don't let a one bad experience ruin your whole youth."

"Nothing is ruining. I'm fine. Perfectly fine." I swallowed. Mom's green eyes full of care and worry.

We avoid this subject often but it's become Mom's life goal to pull me out of that experience.