When I woke up this

morning, my mind was still fresh from Friday's dance...

**friday,dance**

Even though she wore a mask of calmness, I could tell her heart was thumping loudly, because I know mine is.

Here I am, dancing with an extravagant girl who has a driven passion for hardwork, dedication and consistency.

A girl who never gives up.

And if I let myself fall for her, then hopefully she won't give up on me.

Our hands were still collided and I brushed my thumb against her warm skin which gave her little goosebumps.

My hand was still on her lower back, pushing her against me.

I wanted to push her closer though, where my lips touched hers.

But she was already flustered enough, so I only stared her down and let our bodies do the touching.

**present monday morning**

I sighed, back to reality.

I didn't know how I felt about her, all I knew was that it was consuming me.

I knew that if I didn't take a break from seeing her, I wouldn't want to let her go, which is why I took today off from school because I was afraid.

I was afraid of getting too attached only for it to not work out.

My feet dragged me to the kitchen, opening the fridge where a minute later some heels were clicking by.

"Aren't you supposed to be in school today?" My stepmother asked.

I rolled my eyes, closing the fridge then poured some milk in my Cookie Crisp answering her question. "Isn't that none of your business? "

"But Bryson your attendance was doing so well, you can't just throw that away."

"Again, it's none of your fucking business Susan."

I knew her name was Danielle, but calling her a different name was easier to push her away.

She wore a hidden pained expression, but nonetheless she still forced a smile and walked away quickly.

I immediately felt bad afterwards, but I reminded myself that it was her fault I couldn't see my real mother.

So I ate my cereal mad.

Not feeling the satisfying sweetness of the cookies and milk.

I was munching down the last bits of cookies when my dad came into the kitchen, talking on the phone, as always.

"Yeah, Dean, I got it covered. It'll ship out this evening with no problem. Dean if I weren't an honest man would I have given you my word?"He adressed in a confident, powerful tone.

I rolled my eyes at his fakeness.

He always broke his word.

This house was filled with broken promises he never cared to fullfil.

I put the dish on the sink making my way into the movie room when he stopped me.

"Hold on Dean-Bryce, wait right there son, I need a word with you."

I sighed and slouched forward waiting for him to finish his fake phonecall.

"Ok, goodbye Dean. Yes this evening. Yes, ok bye now." He hung up the phone and looked at me with his intense stare.

His black suit and dark eyes made him even more intimidating to any employee, but since I've been through his shit so many times I simply looked at anywhere but him in frustration.

"Yes Henry?"

My dad didn't faze, he simply brushed off my rude gesture and spoke to me calmly, " I thought today was Monday."

"It's no school Monday. " I replied cooly.

He chuckled, "Nice try son, but I know everything that goes on in this town and there is No-School Monday today."

"Then why'd you even ask?"

"Curiousness. If you're not going to spend your time in school you might as well come with me to the business and learn a thing or two."

"You're kidding right?" I looked at him for a smirk or a small smile anything that signaled he was joking. "I'm not even gonna run the business dad, so why even learn ?"

His jaw clenched and so did his fists, but he still managed to keep a straight face. "Because Charlie has decided to drop out of the business."

"So I'm the backup now huh? I'm second choice which is next to trash." I spit out angrily.

He rested his head against his hands sighing.

"Don't start Bryson. Don't start with your teenage drama."

"Ternage drama?" I scoffed, "Oh hell, you think this is some kind of drama I'm starting? I'm your actual son and I wasn't even your first choice, how's that for fucking drama, Dad." The word stung my tongue with venom, and I wish I could spit it at him to make it hurt him instead.

"Bryson. I wanted to give it to Charlie because he is also my son-"

"No, no he isn't. " I interupted him, trying to keep my cool.

"Yes, yes he is also my son, and since he's the oldest it was only fair for him to inherit it."

"Really? That's your excuse?"

I couldn't belive he was running back to me for the business.

Who does he think he is? Because he certainly wasn't my father.

He put his right hand in his hip, then pointed his left finger at me, "Either you come with me and check out the business for yourself, or I'm sending you back to school."

I crossed my arms and scoffed once more, " You can't do that. I already missed 1st period."

"You'd be surprised how persuasive I am."

"Don't doubt that, considering you've brought me back from my horrible choices."

"You're lucky I did that for you. Now what's it gonna be?"

I thought about it for a moment, considering to go back to school, but then that would mean seeing Koleen, and I wouldn't help myself but to follow her around, so I made the worst decision of my entire life.

"Fine. I'll go with you."

My father smiled at me approvingly, then told me to dress up and meet him outside.

As I walked towards his Lamborghini limo, my stomach dropped and my hands felt clammy.

I had this sick feeling that something would go wrong.

Me and my dad, together, for who knows how long...Not the best.

I just hoped it wasn't gonna be as bad as our other disagreements.

I walked inside to see my dad staring at me with his judging eyes.

I only looked away and paid him no attention, I then made a silent prayer to God that nothing will happen.

And as I did, my nerves went down.

Alittle.

But that's fine, at least I know where this is going, unlike when I'm with Leen..

Ok I had to stop.

Today was gonna be my day off of even refering to ThunderThighs, even if it was spending time with my dad day, as horrible as it was, it was still a good distraction.

And I was determined to have that.

A distraction.

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