Hidden In Front Of You

Chapter 4

Yes, I'm also working on Ready For The Future at the same time I'm writing this. And another fanfic idea. And Miraculous. And a personal project.

Don't judge me.

The sketch is of my second OC, Kaitlyn Wiles. She'll be important.

I hope I wrote Jeremy's dad okay. This'll probably be his only appearance aside from phone calls.

Last thing, I swear I didn't intend to make this a slight Dragon Prince crossover. I had always meant to use characters from other musicals as the other competitors, but well, season three happened. I had to, guys. I fell down the hole. This won't be classified as an official crossover, but yeah, you'll see these guys a tad more than the other competitors.

Anyway, as always, please enjoy and comment!

~oOo~

I walked into the kitchen, still sluggish after just waking up. It was 6:30 am, and officially the earliest I had ever woken up, the record previously being 7:30 am for school. But it was a twelve hour drive to the competition, and Michael felt more comfortable behind the wheel when it was light out.

Dad was sitting at the table, a mug of coffee in one hand, bathrobe partially open. He didn't leave for work for another hour, so we had some time together, a rare happenstance in the morning. "Mornin' son."

"Mm." I opened the fridge, looking for a yogurt. "Michael's coming by in 'bout half an hour to pick me up for the competition. I'm already packed."

"Good, that's good." Dad watched me gently kick the fridge shut as I turned around to get a spoon. "You know to call me once you arrive on Hilton Head, right?"

"Yeah, uh-huh." I took a seat at the table and dug into the vanilla yogurt I had found. "I'll call once we enter the town. Michael'l probably call his moms when we find our hotel and meet up with the girls."

"Good," Dad said again, repeating himself. "Okay, then."

We sat in silence for a bit, the only sound being the dull thunk of the spoon against the plastic yogurt cup. I was almost finished when Dad spoke up again. "You understand that even though Christine is rooming with you, you're not allowed to go to...certain lengths, with her?"

I nearly choked, yogurt spraying. "Ugk, agk—Dad, no! Christine and I broke up, remember?"

"Oh, that's right," Dad mused. "My mistake."

My face burned, and I pushed my yogurt away, my appetite gone. "Besides, Michael and Kaitlyn are rooming with us. Even if we hadn't broken up, do you really think I would've tried something with them there?"

"All right, all right, I get it." Dad stood up, making his way over to the sink to rinse his finished mug. "Sorry."

"It's fine," I mumbled, getting up as well. I threw my yogurt cup in the trash and joined Dad at the sink to dump my spoon. "I'm going to go get dressed. I'll let you know when I'm leaving."

"'Kay."

The thought hit me when I shut the door to my room. Why was I so angry? If anyone had insinuated...that...happening between Christine and I before we broke up, I probably would've flushed nine shades of red on the spot and stumbled my way through basic sentences while grinning nervously. But down there, I felt almost...not disgusted, no, but offended.

Why in the hell would I be offended at the thought of having sex with Christine? I rubbed my face as I sat down on my bed, mind whirling like a tornado. It's not like Dad had mentioned me doing it with Kaitlyn, or Michael—