We'll Survive

Chapter Ten

Chris

I woke up the next morning with my back hurting and a realization that I wasn't in my room. The memory of last night came to me almost immediately.

I was playing Temple Run while waiting for Marlie's email. And I fell asleep on the couch.

I entered the kitchen and found it empty. Wasn't Landon here last night? I went back to the living room and unlocked my iPad and saw that my email was already opened and read. What the... I read the email. I haven't read this yet. That could only mean...

Landon.

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I slammed his locker shut and he yelped in surprise. When he saw that it was me, he scowled.

"What do you-"

"You know, if reading someone's emails while they're asleep is some kind of habit of yours, then I suggest you stop it." I snapped getting straight to the point.

He looked taken aback at first before smirking. "I have no idea what you're talking about," he said casually.

I glared at him. "Bullshit." I snapped. "You know exactly what I'm talking about."

He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. A gesture that would make all the hormonal female population in this school swoon. Even Jess... Not for me though.

It didn't faze me at all.

He looked straight at me with his eyes looking expressionless. "Fine. But I'm not going to apologize. Because what I found out last night made me mad. How could you not tell me about that huge piece of information?!" He said, angrily.

"I would've told you if only I was awake to read the email, stupid," I said through gritted teeth.

We were now glaring at each other. We seem to be doing that a lot these past few days. Our glaring match ended when the bell rang. He looked away first.

Ha! I won!

"I have to go," he said and walked away.

I glared at his retreating back. Fine! Be like that!

My phone rang and I saw that it was Marlie. "Hello?"

"You might want to take a look at this," she said and hung up.

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"Hey, what's up?" I asked once I entered our secret underground base (it's under Marlie's cafe).

She showed me a picture of a man on our computer. Our computer is not like any other computer. It's flat and in a table-like order and it's touch screen (seriously, I don't know what to call it) and it's connected to a flat-screen at the center of the room.

"Okay... so, who is this?" I said. "Is this the man those three goons were talking to?" I asked and crossed my arms over my chest.

"Chris," she said hesitantly.

"This is your father." someone cut in and I turned my head to see my mom.

I looked at her and gave her a look saying, What the hell are you talking about?

"You're kidding right?" I said, stupidly.

She looked at me with a blank expression.

"You know, if you're joking, then it's not funny. I may joke a lot but not like this. This is just way too ridiculous. Seriously? Telling me that my father is still alive when clearly, he died like a few years ag-" My mother cut me off.

"I'm not joking, Chris." my mom urged.

"Why are you telling me this?" I snapped.

"Because he's coming," she said.

"Really? When? Because I don't believe you. All of this is just cra-" the door opened before I could finish my sentence.

I looked up and saw a man that was from the picture on the screen. Okay...

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