Diaries: Seasons

3: Daddy Who?

Jasper in the media.

Christian

"What were you thinking, Tristian? You need to get yourself together! You're not a little kid anymore. You came to college to get a further education, not skip all your classes and go boy-crazy. I'm not going to lie, I expected that more out of A'Brianna but surprisingly, she's got her head on straight. As for you, you can't leave unless it's to campus or the grocery store." I finished.

I could almost literally see the fire in her eyes and the steam coming out of her ears at being told what to do. But if she wanted to be free like an adult, she'd have to start acting like one.

She got right up in my face and sneered at me the entire way there. Then she opened her big mouth and cussed me out for helping her. If anyone should be cussing anyone out, it's me. This fucker skipped 2 classes. Normally, the teachers don't care but when they saw one of us without the other, it sparked questions. And Tristian knows I can't handle not being in control of things. So when those questions were asked, I ignored them, knowing I'd flip before giving them some bullshit answer.

"I'm dead ass, Tris. Take one step out if this house and I'll put you back in it." I warned.
"Fuck you!" She screamed, getting ready to leave again.

Oh, no you don't.

I pick her up as her hand barely brushes the door handle. She screams in protest and tries to get her arms out of my grip. But being the male twin, I've taken myself to the gym to avoid being weaker than my sister. She may have the stronger personality, but in actual strength, I'm the winner.

"Let me go, you fuckboy!" She screams in my ear.

Saying that I can't stand her right now would be an understatement. She's a pain in the ass and what do I get for being rational? Hell. I get hell for it. The thought of that pisses me off and I drop her on the floor with no remorse. She grumbles curse words while standing to face me with a scowl.

I never thought I'd get used to looking at myself when I saw Tristian. But I did, and now the amazement is coming back. That's insane how we look just alike. When we're happy, sad, angry, scared. We are truly identical. Almost. But at the same time, we're so different.

"Okay. Fine then. Whatever. Do what you want." I leave, fuming.

You've got to be kidding me. I take my red Chevy Impala and think of something to do. I pass the mall and an idea sparks into my mind. I make a U-turn and sharply turn into the parking lot. When I get out, lock the car and head inside.

Upon entry, I see a pretty brown girl with a group of friends. I'm sure I gawk and stare at her before half of them turn to me with stank faces and the other half turn away, giggling loudly. The pretty girl stands in the middle of it all with a blank face, looking like she's choosing which side to be on.

Calm and smooth, I approach her until something behind her catches my attention.

It's a big, curly afro moving behind her head and I can't help but look down to see the face of this person. Thick eyebrows, dark brown eyes, semi-long nose, and full lips. It looks like a stamp with the word 'SPANISH' on it has been planted on his face heavily. And now that I think about it, he looks like the guy Mom hates and that abandoned... His... Family...

No way.

He looks like he hasn't aged a day from since I saw him last in a picture I snuck out of Mom's dresser when I was younger. And that has to be from around 12 years ago. I followed him as he walked throughout the mall. Just where is he going?

I knew it was a childish move following him but I was beyond curious. Normally, curiosity doesn't move me but this was too much to pass up.

As we went up to last store before the south entry, he turned around. Scaring the shit out of me, I jumped as I bumped into him. He shoved me back and scanned me from head to toe. With a wondering gleam in his eye, he opened his mouth.

"You're following me. Why?" He asked, head cocked slightly.
"Um, I'm not following you. I'm, um, looking for the cologne." I turned around to the counter to see the men's cologne. "See? Found it." I muttered.
"Right," he said, still looking at me.

Does he recognize me?

"What?" I ask after a minute of him staring at me.
"Nothing. You just remind me of my son, that's all. So anyways, what's your name?" He asked politely.
"You know what? I've gotta go," I said, taking out my phone. "I'm supposed to be leaving now anyways. Nice to meet you, Dad-- I mean, sir." I winced at the mistake and power walked away from him as fast as I could.

"Wait!" He yelled, coming after me. "Christian? Is it really you?"

I didn't respond and kept going, trying not to cause a scene. By the time I made it to the car, he was on my heels and I kept hitting the unlock button on my key but with my luck, the car didn't unlock by the time I pulled the handle to get in. He grabbed my shoulders and turned me around, taking me in.

"Christian," he whispered.

I yanked out of his grasp and unlocked the car manually, getting in. I slammed the door in his face and he tapped lightly on the window. When I started the car, the light tapping turned into incessant banging. I honked the horn to startle him and the second he stopped, I sped off, glancing in the rearview mirror to see his hands in his hair, face in a pained expression.

I just met my dad.

Oh shit, y'all. Daddy Jake has made his debut appearance. How do you feel about that? You can comment... *hint, hint*

It's 10:50 pm and this Hot Pocket I ate was banging. It gave me the idea to blow some minds today. Peace out until next chapter✌️