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HEY YOU
Scott was different than my mom.
Whereas my mom would've let me off the hook after a night, Scott kept with it.
Whenever I messed up back home, my mom would be pissed, sure, but it never lingered or lasted long. Scott's anger hung in the air for what felt like minutes that turned to hours that turned to days. Instinctively, I knew not to test his patience on the status of being "grounded."
Did I question if he were actually my father? Absolutely not. I didn't need a DNA test when it was clear where I got my anger and temper from. On the surface Scott Stanley was friendly and happy-go-lucky, but when pushed, he proved he could and would go there if needed be. Hell, he'd probably kick René's ass if it came down to it.
I went on a hunger strike, refusing to leave my room even. Scott didn't pay this any mind when he was home. He went about his day, enjoying his meals alone, and kicking back with a beer as he watched whatever sports he liked on TV. He didn't even check in on me. It was like he knew I was home and not out against his wishes.
That was my weekend, consumed in the aftermath of Scott's wrath. Monday I was prepared to skip school, but Scott wasn't having that.
Four hard raps to my door woke me up Monday morning at exactly 6:45.
"I'm on my way out," Scott's voice told me on the other side of my door. "For now on, I arranged for Dreux to take you to and from school."
That got me up.
I shot out of bed and marched clear across my room and practically ripped my door open. Scott was waiting for me on the other side expectantly.
"What the hell did you just say?" I demanded.
Scott rolled his eyes. "You heard me, and another thing, watch your language. I've about had it with your dirty mouth."
"I don't need a fuckin' babysitter, Scott. Especially not the golden child."
I was really pressing Scott's nerve now. "Dreux lives next door, and I trust him to bring you to and from."
"And you don't trust Larry?"
"Again, Dreux lives next door."
Deep down, I knew there was more to it than what he was saying. He was probably going to have Dreux St. Goody-Goody keep an eye on me at school too.
Hell no.
"Dreux's a creep," I said.
"No, he is not."
"I've seen him watching foot fetish movies in his room."
Scott's face deadpanned, calling me on my bullshit. "Saylor Leigh."
