My Mother's Boss (BoyxBoy) [Polyamory]

Chapter Seventeen

{Chapter Seventeen}

When I get home Mom is waiting for me on the couch in the living room with Dad, much to my surprise and worry. If both my parents want to talk to me I get the feeling it isn't going to end well.

"Hey," I greet them brightly despite having a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach about this. I put my backpack down by the couch and walk over to one of the two armchairs in the room to take a seat. After a moment of silence, with them looking at me while I stare at a small hole starting in my black jeans in interest, I clear my throat. "So what are we, uh, doing in here?" I question, keeping my voice bright.

"Your father and I have to ask you something, and I need you to tell the truth." Mom explains and I stiffen in my seat though I try to continue to keep my calm façade up.

"Oh?" I ask, my voice breaking a bit as the possibilities of what they could possibly ask me fill my mind. Does she know I'm gay? Does she know I'm attempting to start a relationship with her boss? Does she know about Ian? About the relationship I want with Ian and Jer?

"Levy, we know you've been hiding something from us." Mom starts and I swallow hard as my palms begin to get sticky with sweat. Is she going to demand I stop seeing Jer? Is she going to disown me for being gay? Would she really care?

My heart begins to beat rapidly and I feel a bead of sweat roll down my neck. I wait for what feels like an eternity for her to continue while I attempt to look calm, like I have nothing to hide. But her silence makes things worse as my heart pounds in my ear and drowns out whatever she finally does say. I blink, barely registering that her pink tinted lips are moving.

"W-what?" I stutter, realizing that my body is beginning to tremble with the panic. Mom looks irritated that I said that, no doubt assuming I wasn't listening to her.

"Are you doing drugs? You know, hopped up on mothballs." I stare at her in confusion.

"Mothballs?" I mutter in amusement, my heart slowing.

"I don't know what you kids call it now of days, Levy. I have to know if you're doing drugs. We can get you help if you are, we can tell everyone you have mono while you're in rehab." She adds with sincerity shining brightly in her eyes. I notice Dad is trying to stifle his snickers, covering them with coughs but Mom barely gives him a glance.

"You think I'm doing drugs? Wait, is that why you were glaring at me earlier today when you came into Jer, uh, Jeremiah's office?" I ask, quickly correcting myself because I know she'll harp on me for being so informal if I call Jer, Jer.

"Yes, of course. Why else would I be?" she asks, puzzled.

"Mom, I'm not doing drugs." I assure. "Why would you think I'm doing drugs? You know I've never been interested in all that party stuff." I add.

"Then what are you hiding?" she demands and I sigh in defeat. She's going to find out eventually, l might as well be the one to tell her rather than her finding out from someone else.

"I'm gay." I reply, biting my lip as my previous nervousness comes back full force. Mom stares at me for a few minutes and I notice Dad is looking at Mom, probably trying to gauge her reaction.

"You're gay," she states and I nod even though it was just a statement. "That's all?"

"That's all?" I echo half in surprise, half in disbelief that she actually asked me if that was it; as if the admission was trivial or something. "I thought you would be mad." I admit and she stares at me with an expression I can't interpret.

"Oh, Levy, I don't care. As long as you aren't doing drugs." She adds. I stare at her in disbelief.

"I'm not doing drugs." I manage to assure her, while I continue my attempt to calm down from the earlier panic. She nods her approval at that before shrugging.