Canadian Kisses

Encounters

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Braylon.

"Dad, are you serious?" I shout after my father "First you bring Whitney with you and then you're saying I have to go to a lame ass highschool?"

Father just kept walking ignoring all my calls to him. I kept my pace behind him. First he cheats on my mother with someone half his age- Whitney. Then he brings me to his house in Canada saying I have to go to highschool here.

Father stopped walking once we reached the mass living room with almost no decorations and white walls. He eyes me carefully, looking frustrated, obviously at me. I quickly shove my hands in the pockets of my black jeans. I really don't care about my father, probably because I've never had a relationship with him.

When I was born, my dad was already cheating on my mum. Apparently she knew but she couldn't come to face it. I've got a half brother a year older than me, his name is Sage. The cheating went on and mum couldn't handle it and now they're divorced. Obviously my father moved on to Whitney who is Sage's mother, when will these women ever realise that my father is a real definition of a bitch. I don't have a problem with Sage, I just really hate Whitney.

We haven't even spent a week in Canada and father is sending me off to highschool. I thought this was a vacation. Father and son bonding time, but my dad is too much of a player to spend time with me and Sage.

"You are going to school and that's final" He says sternly. His white hair and grey eyes making him look menacing.

I decide to challenge him. My father can't control me forever. "I am not going to school."

Just as I'm about to take a step further, Whitney walks in. She has her blonde hair in a sleek bun, with a long sleeved black dress. I just don't see what she sees in my father.

"Now Braylon, don't be difficult" She says hanging onto my fathers shoulder "Your father works very hard, and it would be great stress off his shoulder if you just went to school"

Bitch.

"You're just saying that because you want to fuck my father while I'm gone" I retort. Who does she think she is.

Whitney looks up at my father who is probably fuming. If I say I don't want to go to school, then I don't want to go. I don't know why they're so eager to get me out of the house...wait I do know why.

Whitney stands next to my father with one hand resting gently on her waist while the other rested on my fathers shoulder. I looked from my father to her, forth and back.

I really just give up, I hate dealing with all my dads BS. I used to be like him, two years ago. When I was in Canada with my mum, I used to be a player. But someone changed me.

"I'm leaving and don't expect me back home soon" I say brushing past my dad and his so called 'Wife'.

From the corner of my eyes I can see their heads turn as their gaze follows me.

I quickly pull my grey hoodie up and head out the door leaving with a loud bang.

They really shouldn't expect home early today.

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I walk trough the main entrance of the strange building people call 'highschool'. I've drove past this school a couple of times so it won't be hard knowing my way around. The lady at the front desk handed me my timetable and told me where my first class was. That's pretty much it.

I wander aimlessly at one of the corridors before coming to par with the room where my English class was held. The door was held open so I walked in hoping to find a full classroom. Oddly enough there is about half the classroom in here. All eyes on me. The teacher isn't even here yet.

I walk over to a seat up the back and place myself there. I sit down quietly with only a few glances at me. The girl next to me seemed to be staring.

"What?" I ask her.

She simply smiles at me before answering "Hi, I'm Ciara" the girl puts her hand out to shake. I stare at her hand and look back up at her. As if she got the message, she draws her hand back. "What's your name?"

"Braylon" I answer not looking at her. Ciara, I can already tell she's the queen bitch in school. Her voice says it all.

"Unusual name. Wait are you Braylon Forrest?"

My head tilts to her direction, how in the world does she know my name. "How do you know my name?" I ask her with a frown.

Ciara laughs and playfully punches my arm. I shift on the edge of my chair as she continues laughing. Her laughing soon turns to soft chuckles.

Ciara grasps her breath before telling me "Everyone knows you, you're the Canadian player."