TRISTAN
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It had been a long week avoiding Londyn and pretending I wasn't interested in my friends' gossip. I thought that things would have blown over by now, but it was Friday evening and the whole school was still going on and on about it. Even on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram. Especially on the social platforms. I hadn't even seen her in school since Tuesday and I didn't even give a fuck. Until this moment. 4am Saturday morning and I hadn't been to sleep yet.
Tossing the covers off of me I stood, leaving my phone on the nightstand not bothering to check it for alerts. I headed to my sock drawer and grabbed a tall, clear jar and bag of fronto leaf stuffing both in the pockets of my basketball shorts.
Si used to be the only one that would wake up when I crept down to the basement. She was the lightest sleeper in the world. I could cough from six doors down and she would be calling my phone asking if I was okay. Annoying as shit, but I missed her and wished her rock head ass was home so that she could talk to me about my situation.
I sat at my dad's art table and dumped my weed on an old sketchbook before rolling it up, licking it sealed. Just as I raised my BIC to spark it, I felt a presence behind me and once I saw my dad leaned up against the wall I almost jumped out of my skin.
"What the fu-" I began but caught myself and dropped the blunt on the floor by my feet.
"You're not paying attention to your surroundings. What did I tell you about that?" He asked calmly before sternly patting my back and sitting across from me. "What's the problem?"
"What you mean what's the problem?"
"Why haven't you been to sleep?" My dad asked and I blinked twice repeatedly, wondering how the fuck he always did that. How did he always know what was going on?
"I'm your father, Tristan." He chuckled. "I'm not a magician you don't have to look so surprised that I know you like the back of my hand."
Still, I didn't say anything. Only tried to discreetly slide the blunt under the chair like he hadn't already seen it.
He shook his head and chuckled again, taking his fingers and picking it up. "This is what's going to make you talk to me?" he asked, and I felt a little bad. My dad was my best friend and he always wanted to me to talk to him about everything. I wanted to talk to him about everything too. That was the relationship we had, but how was I supposed to tell him that the girl I was talking to was fucking for money and I wasn't fucking at all?
I wanted to tell him the weed wasn't mine, but who the fuck else's would it be? So I didn't say anything.
"I'm not here because you smoke TJ. I know you come down here and light these poorly rolled blunts from time to time. You're my son. It's in your blood, I guess. I'm here because you've been down here every night this week and you haven't been sleeping. So what's going on? School? Girls? You got somebody pregnant? You got an STD?
"Naw," I chuckled before looking up at him wondering if he was going to think I was a bitch. "It's nothing like that. Just this girl."
"Mhm. The one who likes to sit outside and play invisible."
"Yeah. Well, she. We. I mean, we talk or whatever, but she fuc- did it to somebody else and now it's a video around the whole school. So I saw it and asked her about it before she realized it was out and she acted like it was nothing until she realized I knew, then she wanted to be all crying and shit-stuff claiming she didn't know anything about the video and it's not what I think. I mean, we talk so I know she does have stuff at home and she said she had to do it because the rent was due but I wasn't trying to hear that." I paused and eyed him for a second. "So I called her a hoe and told her to suck my dick and haven't talked to her since."
