THUG NERD LOVE

Thug Nerd Love 10. Part 1

Chapter 10.1

KHALI

I enjoyed Christmas for the most part. My whole family was at the family house including Lee, Mike and the kids. I did get my dad to accept the idea of Lee coming over and now, he was closer to them. We had a lot of fun with the other relatives, just the ideal Christmas. However, I was worried about Drew. He was planning to enjoy his Christmas to the max this year but he was in a damn coma.

Trey did not want to leave Drew so he turned down my idea of spending the Christmas with my family. Dria did not want to leave Trey and hence she did not come. I had hoped they enjoyed themselves over the time and not just mope about Drew. I wanted to come back and at least see some smiles on their faces but I came back to Trey with an attitude problem. Since I came back, he has been cold. He barely has talked to me and treats me as a nuisance. It has me pissed off. I know the whole situation has him on edge but I've been here for him and he's acting like I was the one who shot Drew. Dria has been the same way. What the hell did I do? I can't even make my plans for the ball with them. I am pissed.

TREY

Drew is still in a damn coma and it is really worrying me. This seemed to be great time for my father to show his face. He was looking good. Rich, I should say. I wished it could be a situation where I was ecstatic to see my long lost father but it wasn't...

I was walking back from the grocery store trying to ignore Khal's text messages . I had felt guilty after what went down between Alex and I. I could not deal with all the sh't happening right now.

An all black, sleek Audi pulled up. I got defensive when I saw a man came out, rushing to me then I noticed it was him. He was in a full black fitted suit and money could be seen on him. Is this what he got for the death of my mother? My stomach turned thinking about it.

There was barely a resemblance but looking closely enough, you could probably will see little details. Drew had mom features, except for the skin which was a mixture of the two and eye colour he got that from our Grandma. My mom was beyond beautiful and I was glad to inherit some of her features. However, I was also half of this man when it came on to my personality. Where my mom was loving, patient, bubbly, friendly, always smiling, my father was ruthless, low tolerance, more quiet/calm, rarely smiles, only cared about his family or so I thought... I don't know what brought them together but it must've been damn good.