Wren and the World

3.3 | Honest Answer

"Quite the awards they've collected, no?" He stated, lounging back on the bed, leaning up on his elbows.

"So much good we can do for other people when we think of someone other than ourselves." I quoted, knowing that no matter if I was a teacher barely scraping to get by I would always help those in need in any way I could. Why be selfish when you could be selfless?

"I like your thinking Correr." He smirked, "Always so optimistic"

"So, Connor's changed and tucked in?" I diverted the semi-compliment.

"Just like a baby." He nodded, "I can take you home if you want."

"Would you quit asking me that." I snapped a little too harshly.

A moment of silence spanned between us, creating a tension of awkwardness like no other.

"I'm sorry, I just meant that I don't really want to go home, overly protective mom and all who doesn't ever give me the space to breath. Honestly that was why I wanted to get out for the night, you and Connor became a heaven sent leaving early." I apologized, admitting only a partial truth to make up for the out of character behavior.

"I understand smothering, I'm always here to avoid my parents." He replied, brushing off my previous outburst.

"Yeah I think because it's just my mom that she worries constantly about where I am and who I'm with." Being refreshingly honest with someone about my home life felt so strange, but so good at the same time.

"Ms. C is the best; how could she be so protective?"

"You know my mom?" I probed, "How so?"

"Hottest MILF of our grade, of course I know her." He blatantly remarked, "She's a young one too, so that makes even better."

"You're disgusting." I gagged, "That is my mom. The woman who gave birth to me. Not some freshman cheerleader who wore too tiny of a skirt. Hell, you know you shouldn't talk about anyone like that. How would you like it if I said your dad is so hot?"

"I'm just joking Correr, calm your shit for ten seconds." He sighed, "Hot damn you're in a mood tonight. What gives?"

"Oh." Was all I managed to get out before collapsing on the bed next to him. I was in a rare form tonight, and I wasn't sure why. Maybe it was because it was my eighteenth birthday and instead of fantasizing about boys and college and my life I was stuck on a man who seemed to forget I existed entirely. I was exhausted from countless hours of researching him, fed up with trying to get any sort of answer out of my mom, and beyond disgusted that I had a tongue down my throat half the night for nothing more than a passed-out boy.

"I'm sure it's not easy. Her having to do it all by herself. I know my mom would have never been able to be so strong, sometimes I wonder who I would have become if I my dad didn't stick around." He babbled on.

"How did you know he didn't stick around?" I interrogated. I had never shared that information with anyone. Never. Ever.

"Oh..." He trailed off, "My mom she went to St. Mary's, was actually a year ahead of your mom but she knew the story of what happened. In like the sixth grade she told me after that stupid parent dance we had. She was trying to make me more appreciative I guess, explained how great your grandparents were and how hard it was on your mom when your dad...you know...left."

Fate was a kind soul when it wanted to be. While I had been scheming and wasting my time worrying about elaborative ideas, the world was working with me for once. My time had not been spent poorly on a party and caring for a drunk boy. Instead of having to search for my answer, it sat right in front of me, literally.

"Yeah I don't really have a relationship with him" I paused, I had no relationship with I'm but maybe I could if I knew who he was, "Kind of sucks not knowing him."

"I'm sure it's hard not even living in the same state, California is pretty far away." He nodded, turning on his side to face me. I could feel his stare burning through me like fire. Did he know I was lying? Did he know that I didn't know anything about this so call dad I had?

"To be honest I didn't even know he was in California now." I admitted. Honesty had gotten me this far in the evening, maybe it would get me a step further. Maybe it would get me a name.

"Wow. Kind of sucks he doesn't even tell you that, I'm sure it's not the easiest relationship but you seem like someone who makes things work," He mumbled unsure of his words, "I mean you seem like someone who goes for what they want, I admire that."

Instead of a response I just nodded, staring back into those deep brown pools, golden flakes catching the light and making them so tempting. Maybe I could be honest with Sebastian, it wasn't as if he had some revenge plot to turn around and ruin me with. There was nothing for him to ruin anyway, and I would soon be out of St. Mary's and this city before anything major could happen.

"We should get you to bed kiddo, can't be running on empty tomorrow when lover boy gets up." He smiled as he stood up.

"Is it okay if I stay in here?" I questioned, leaning down to unbuckle my ever so uncomfortable heels.

"Of course, my favorite room in the house and you just have to want it," He leaned against the door frame, "Goodnight Correr, dream of me."

Closing the door with his last words, I soon stripped down to my underwear. Locking to door so I didn't have an indecent moment and shutting off the light before I sprung into the bed. Its coziness enveloped me as I wondered how funny the world works that just a week ago I was getting coffee spilled on me by none other than Sebastian Hail, the key to my questions.

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-S