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I hesitated to answer him but of course I denied it. I wasn't going to admit I was gay no way. 

"How you gonna meet me and automatically assume I'm gay?" I said as I raised my eyebrow. "I'm straight." 

"Really? it didn't look like you were straight when I caught you looking at my dick." he smirked. "and Yeah spaghetti is straight too until it gets wet." 

Shit he caught me staring at his- he was hard when I saw him earlier how was I not supposed to look? 

I shook my head and just tried to play it off as if I had no idea what the hell he was talking about. 

"I don't know what your talking about." I said as my mother walked into the room 

"Dinner is ready." she said waiting for us. 

We got up and walked downstairs and towards the table, he sat next to his mom and I sat next to mine. it was hella awkward especially since all his weird ass did was stare at me.

"Looks like you two are getting along quite well." my mom said smiling bringing the food to the table.

I just nodded then started eating once my mother served me, I looked over at my father who just kept looking at me and looking at Jah I hope he wasn't starting to think something was going on. that's one thing both my parents were good at always assume and that's one of the many things that get on my nerves. 

after eating my chicken Alfredo I got up and went towards the sink. I put the dish soap on the washcloth and washed my plate and my cup. did I mention how much I hated doing the dishes? I hate that shit especially when some people would leave the bones on the plate that type of shit just irked me.  

I went to go walk upstairs but my mom stopped me. 

"Stokeley Clevon Goulbourne!!! Don't be rude! our guests haven't left yet get yo ass down here now!!" She yelled embarrassing the shit out of me.

"I went to go get something, I was gonna come back down!!" I said yelling back at her highkey annoyed. 

"Don't yell at your mother Stokeley, it says in the bible to honor thy mother and thy father." My father said getting up from the table bringing the rest of the dishes in the sink. 

"Actually, Its getting late Jah and I will be going now! but thanks so much for the invite Mr and Mrs Goulbourne! hopefully we could come over again in the future." Cleo said smiling at my mom and dad getting up from her seat. 

I hoped they came over more often, if that meant I could see him again they could come over everyday and I wont care. although today I did want to sleep but its fine. 

as Jah and Cleo walked towards the door I saw Jah look at me and this time he just smiled at me then walked out the door. he was adorable but I hated the fact that all he did was stare like Talk nigga. 

I began walking up the stairs to hear my father yell my name. 

"Stokeley!!" my father yelled 

"What??!?" I yelled back 

of course I got no answer so that meant he wanted me to go downstairs God I hated when they did that. I turned back around and walked back downstairs and walked into the living room where my parents were sitting down. 

"We need to talk." My mom said. 

"Sit down." My father said. 

"What am I a dog? whats going on?" I said annoyed. 

"Boy I said to sit down, NOW!" 

I sighed and sat down. 

"First of all before you go to sleep that kitchen needs to be clean." My mom said looking at me aggravated "And second off don't you EVER! talk to me that way I will whoop your ass no matter how old you are." 

I nodded and just agreed with everything they said just so I could go upstairs and get to sleep. 

"And Lastly, I don't want you with that boy." My father said. 

"Why not?" My mother looked at him raising her eyebrow. "Do I need to remind you of what cleo said earlier? they are new in town and he has no friends!" 

"He looks like a trouble maker, first off did you not see his face? he had tattoos on his face and his hair!" my father said to my mom. 

"So he might be a weird looking kid, who cares just because he has tattoos doesn't mean he's a bad kid we don't even know him." My mom said arguing with my father. 

"It says in the bible in Luke 6:36 Do not judge and you will not be judged father, you don't even know him." I said trying to make a point. 

the perks of being the pastors son is knowing all these scriptures, whenever they'd argue with me I'd always hit them back with facts. I hated when Christians acted like saints but don't practice what they preach my father was just being an asshole. 

"You are living in MY house witch means you have to follow MY rules Stokeley, I don't want you with him and that's that, Understood?"  My father said looking at me with a serious expression on his face. 

"Yes Father." I nodded 

I got up and walked up the stairs, my parents were still arguing about Jah and it was annoying. my father has always been like this he was strict as hell they both were. Though I was 17 they didn't let me do certain things they'd always give me that "My house My rules" bullshit of an excuse. 

as the pastors son I guess you can say that I had a reputation. after my sister came out as bi sexual my parents expected more from me. they'd always tell me not to be like her to be better than her. 

I walked into my room and went into the bathroom, I took my clothes off and did my hygiene as I washed my body I thought of what my father said on how he didn't want me with Jahseh. as much as I loved my father I don't think I could do that not only was Jah sexy as hell but he was interesting and I wanted to know more about him. 

after washing my body I got out the shower and wrapped the towel around my waist. I walked towards my closet and put some sweats and a Tshirt on. after putting my shirt on I got in bed and watched tv until I knocked out not caring about having to do the dishes.