Mr. Popular and Me

Chapter 23

Waeland's POV

People are so irritating. That was the second time Evan and I have been interrupted by somebody. I can't believe that Jacob guy, just walking in the room at the worst time and reminding us that there are other people in the house. After that, it was so awkward for Evan, and I could tell, I didn't want to make him uncomfortable so I suggested to leave. He agreed because he said he had something to do anyway.

I pouted as I drove into the driveway of my house. I swear, I will find a way to be completely alone with Evan. It's not healthy for me to get into these situations where I can't do anything.

I ignored all the people welcoming me home and just made my way up to my room without stopping. I had too many things on my mind, and I didn't really feel like dealing with anyone else. And now that I'm at home I don't have to force myself to be nice to anyone.

Surprisingly, what Evan and I did wasn't on my mind as much as other things. I mean, he was. I couldn't just totally push away the images of Evan's beautiful body beneath mine, moaning.

Okay, okay, but mainly I kept thinking about what Evan said about his mom or Erica. I don't want to believe that it's true, but if it is, that will really suck. I really look up to Erica, so if she's really just trying to marry my dad for money, then that will destroy my whole image of her.

But I guess there is one plus side to this. If it is true anyway. Evan and I wouldn't be step brothers anymore. Not that we are now, but we won't ever be if that really is the case.

"Waeland. Come to my office, now. I need to speak to you." My dad's deep voice boomed out from the speaker in my room. Yes, I have a speaker in my room just so my dad can call me to his office when he needs me. It's annoying as hell.

I stuck my tongue out at the speaker before sighing and getting out of bed and heading out of my room towards my dad's office. As I walked in I started speaking before he did. "What did I do this time?" I asked as I flopped down in one of his large chairs in front of his desk.

I watched as his mouth twitched slightly in irritation. "Don't talk to me that way young man. I am your Father."

"Sorry, so, what did I do though?" I ask again, in a less moody tone, but still keeping just a little bit there.

"I got a little information from a friend of yours Waeland. They said they saw you and Evan, Erica's son," He started, emphasizing 'Erica's son'. "Doing some very inappropriate things while on your little trip." My dad finished in a tone that I couldn't quite tell if it was anger or disgust.

Garret. That little bitch. I know it was him, the only other person who knew was Samantha and she'd never tell my dad.

"Some friend, right? Snitching on me like that." I spat and my dad just glared harder at me.

"So it's true? You told me that was a one-time thing Waeland. He is going to be your brother soon, you have no business doing things like that with him. Also, I told you I don't want you to show off your... Lifestyle around any of your schoolmates or in public. I don't want anyone to know that my son is not normal. You know how I feel about-"

"Yes, I know how you feel about your fucking reputation, Dad. You don't have to repeat it. Again." I interrupted him and I immediately regretted it because the next thing I knew, my cheek was burning from my dad's hand.

"If you know then try harder Waeland! I'm getting sick of you. Also, you really better stop seeing that boy in that way. Do you understand?" He screamed at me and I nodded a bit, not wanting to piss him off any further. "Good, now get out. I'm done with you."

I stood up and started to leave, but not before mumbling something to him, "I hope you know that your fiancé is a gold digger."

"Excuse me?" He asked and I stopped before leaving the room.

"Evan told me why Erica divorced Paul. It was because he didn't have enough money and she wanted a fancier lifestyle. Don't you think it's kind of funny that the person she's about to marry is rich? I think not." I finished before leaving and going to my room in silence.

Ah, I probably shouldn't have said that about Erica. It's not like she did anything to me, besides, I don't even know if what I said is true. I just kind of snapped and hoped that saying that might hurt my dad. I doubt it, but I can still try, can't I?

Shit, I also just realized that I pretty much just came out and said that I was going out with Evan to the one person that I truly didn't want to know about that. Well, I did agree to stop seeing him... But that doesn't mean I'm going to actually do that. My dad's just being an asshole like always. Hopefully, he'll completely forget about me tomorrow. Though, I doubt that. Especially after interrupting him like that today.

I sighed, I totally messed up. And I'm totally going to kill Garret the next time I see him.

"Waeland?" A woman's voice rang behind me and I turned around to see Erica facing me. "Is something wrong? You look tense." She asked in a motherly tone that sounded so sweet and genuine.

"Ah, it's nothing, just another argument with my dad," I told her, not wanting to tell her the whole story. Especially since it also had to do with her and her son.

I watched as Erica gently touched my cheek where I had been hit and I winced slightly, not wanting her to touch it. "That Stephan... I'll have a talk with him, I'm sure he didn't mean to, you know how he gets with his temper."

How can someone acting like this really be fake? And she's always cared for me like this, ever since we met. And she stood up for me the first time my dad heard about me and Evan doing something. Even though Evan told me what she did, I still can't believe that's what Erica is really after. Maybe it was just a coincidence? Or maybe that was her first intentions, but she really did fall in love with my dad?

Though, why should I care if she loves my dad or not? He's an asshole and if she really is just a gold digger, then he deserves her. One asshole for another.

Mm... But Erica isn't like that... I feel like this mental fight in my head will never end. Maybe I should ask her about it. No, I can't do that. What am I going to do, just ask her, 'hey, are you really marrying my dad for his money or are you really in love with him?'. Yeah, that totally doesn't make me sound like an ass to the woman who was nothing but nice to me.

"Waeland?" Erica asked, snapping me out of my thoughts.

"Ah, sorry. Um, no, don't talk to my dad about it. I'm old enough to take care of myself. Thanks." I say, with a small smile and continue to head back to my room.

"Alright.." I heard Erica mumble as I left her standing in the hallway.