I kiss boys

Extra whip cream

[what's up guys??? It's been so long since I've been on Wattpad. So, I wanna work on this story again. I might change things around a bit. I want to change the pictures I have on here for my characters, not really feeling those anymore. Tell me if the new ones I put up aren't good or don't look like how you were thinking the characters look. -YesNoIDontThinkSo]

Zen's pov
Two months into college.
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Ashtyn and I are yet again on another trip to Starbucks. I can see in his eyes that he never wants to go, but I can't destroy my image. I've worked so hard to build it up and if I drop it now, everything will go back to what it was like in high school. College students are much more cruel then high school students.
     I stand by the massive line of girls trying to order their pumpkin drinks and a side of delicious Zen. I graciously keep up with the girls throwing themselves and their drinks at me. Although, I can't help but look over at Ash. Whenever I look over he's already looking at me. His eyes follow mine and then the hands of the random girl feeling me up. A look of pure boredom covers up the pain in his eyes. His nose twitches slightly every time a girl brushes her hand down my back. I shove my way out of the crowd of girls and ask the barista to give me a vanilla bean with whip cream frappe. I pushed back through the group of girls with the newly made drink and hand it to Ashtyn. He slightly squealed and attacked the straw with his watering mouth.
"Thank you, Zen." Ashtyn said with whip cream covering his lips. I chuckled at him while ruffling his hair. "Dude, don't mess up the hair." Ashtyn always lets his sassy side out of its cage when someone messes up his hair.
"Sorry, man." I gave him a smile before going back to the girls waiting at the counter. I put on a fake smile and allowed my fake personality to shine through. I used to love getting the attention of all these girls, but now I find every single one of them annoying. It feels like a chore now. I know that making Ashtyn sit and wait for me to finish flirting with all these girls makes me a bad friend. I shouldn't do that to him. But there's just no taking back the image I've already established. I focus on the girls for awhile, shoving small pieces of paper with numbers on them into my pockets. While plying hands off of my body, I feel my phone vibrating in my front pocket. I dig it out of my tight jeans and look at the caller ID. My brothers name was displayed on my iPhones screen. I've been dodging his calls for a while now. I've noticed that every time I talk to him, it gets harder and harder to forget my past. Although, I am curious to know what he wants. Most of his calls involve some sort of drama or crazy story that happened to him. I slide my finger on the screen to accept the call.
"Yo, Zen! What's up brother?" Lucas' voice gets rougher and rougher every time I talk to him. As if someone is rubbing sand paper on his vocal cords.
"Hey, Lucas." I casually responded, knowing that he's about to jump into a long story that I rather not listen to right now.
"Zen, you won't even believe what happened this weekend!" Lucas is always very enthusiastic, even in inappropriate times.
"You'll have to tell me later. I've got a class to catch right now." It was a lie, but he's my brother, I'm allowed to lie to him. I could also tell him straight up that I don't wanna talk to him right now, but he can be sensitive at times and hold my words against me.
"Oh okay, man. I'll call you later then. But just so you know it's about dad. Okay, byeeeee baby brother!" The phone beeped as I stood with my mouth open. Did he just casually mention dad and then hang up. I was tempted to call him back, but he would've caught me in my lie if I did. I'll handle it later. I shouldn't even want to know about anything that involves my dad.
Dad has always been someone I strongly wish to never be like. In fact, I haven't called him dad since I was 10, I just call him Jack. He hates that I don't say dad, but I care less. He's never earned the title of dad. To be a dad is an honor, to have kids who look up to you is one of the best accomplishments in the world. Those who don't take that seriously, have no right to be called dad. He's left me with scares no one can fix. Pain that no matter what doesn't go away. Just thinking about him makes me sick. He tries to fix things between us with his fortune and acts surprised every time it doesn't work.
I shoved my phone back in my pocket, looking around at the girls trying to get my attention. I was suddenly over it. I wanted to leave and just take a five hour nap. Something cold touched my arm and I turned toward the direction it came from. A jet blue haired girl was leaning through the crowd. Her appearance was different than all the other girls. She was wearing a blood red windbreaker with black skinny jeans. It was a casual outfit, but compared to all the other girls surrounding her in mini skirts and halter tops she stood out. She definitely looked more real than anyone else. She nudged my arm again with the same cold thing as before. This time I actually looked down and realized it was Ashtyn's favorite drink. She gave me a suggestive look telling me to take the cup from her hands. I noticed there was extra whip cream, just the way Ashtyn liked it. After the cup was fully in my possession, the girl removed herself from the crowd. After that I decided to do the same. I squeezed through the girls who immediately got disappointed. Ashtyn was still sitting patiently in a comfy lounge chair taking the last sip of his previous vanilla bean frappe. I stretched my arm out to hand him the new one. He looked up with excitement and I knew it was because of the extra whip cream.
"Woah" was the only word that slipped out of his mouth. I nodded my head towards the door saying we're leaving. I spun around and walked out, Ashtyn would follow no matter what.