Another Day 8 - The Door Author: bradley.scott19@yahoo.com Another Day 8 - The Door
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This story will involve sex between two or more males(eventually), and if this offends you, or if,
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AP Maths, again. I wasn't ready for this, what with being in such a bad mood because it had been a whole week since I had seen Eric, and he hadn't called or answered his phone.
I also hadn't done my homework - which was fine, at the moment - I got the work, and I could answer the questions in my head for this section, so I could fake it today. Last week, I gave my book to Jared so he could copy the work he had missed.
And then he lost it. He wouldn't even look at me - which, lets face it, is a bit pathetic. He'd kept making excuses about how he couldn't remember where he lost it each time I asked about it. So far, no plans to replace it or the work in it at all.
I wasn't that phased - AP Maths is an extra, advanced subject. I've never really cared about my marks in it. And I'd just recently found out that Universities don't really care about what your mark for it is anymore - all they really look at is if you pass it or not, so I was fine just plodding along in this one. As long as I learned something, occaisionally.
Not that I got horrendously bad marks - I just didn't see the point in straining myself to get a meaningless A.
So, Jared couldn't face me - which, although annoying, was also slightly amusing. And I still had to bear a full AP Maths lesson, so I wasn't going to stress myself about it at the moment.
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It was over.
YAY!... Kinda.
I'm never really energised enough to be excited when it's over. I just get in my car, and get the hell out of there as quickly as possible. And I just know it's gonna happen again next week, so-
"Jason, wait!" - Guess who?
"What, Jared?"
"I...uh....Listen, I'm really sorry for losing your book." He looked it too. He probably knew I'd never help him out again. "I'll.. replace it. I promise. And I'll get the years examples for you and stuff." Ah, a plan. I'd believe it when I saw it.
"Fine." I sighed. "Whatever. I need to go."
"Cheers then." He said, smiling.
I didn't bother to reply.
I just got in my car, and drove off. I really needed to see what the hell was up with Eric.
***********I rode up to Eric's gigantic house, along his gigantic paved driveway, past the gigantic green lawns. My car had been giving me shit, but I thought I'd risk it. At the very worst, he'd give me a lift back. Eric still hadn't called me from tuesday afternoon on the beach. tried to call him a few times in the past week, but he never picked up. So I'd decided to go to his house, and now I felt out of place and awkward, in my scruffy clothes and ancient crappy, rusty car in stark contrast to the shining marble front of the house and the immaculate gardens all around.
I walked up to the huge wooden doors and tenuously pressed the doorbell. It took a while before I heard anyone approach them. I had a moment of panic where I thought it was Caitlin, but then Eric opened the door, and I heaved a sigh of relief.
"Hey." He said dully. He had an odd look on his face.
"Hey." I smiled. "We haven't seen each other in like a week." I moved forward to kiss him, but he pulled back.
"Um, can we talk?" He wasn't looking me in the eye.
"Sure," Finally, he could explain what the hell had been going on. I was getting confused. With me, confusion usually leads to rage. It's the way I was raised, I guess. My mom also has a fairly quicke temper.
"Now's not a good time." He still wouldn't look me in the eye.
"You haven't been answering your phone for the past week." That worried feeling I'd been carrying around quickly began to boil into something resembling anger.
He just shrugged his shoulders. Now he looked up at me, and there was something in his eyes that gave me chills.
"That's it? I don't even get an explanation?" I was fast on my way to a full blown tantrum, but I heard people in a nearby room, so I kept my voice low. "No, I think now is the perfect time. What the fuck is it, Eric?"
Suddenly, a man came around the corner, and walked towards the door. He had this air of cold power that he carried with him. I don't know if it was the expensive suit, or the black hair greyed at the temple - ever so slightly, almost fashionably - but I was immediately reminded of a shark.
"Well," He said, with a crisp, sharp voice. "And who is this?" He looked me up and down, and a picture Caitlin doing the same thing sprung into my mind.
"Um," Eric looked down to his feet again. "Dad, this is my..." He paused for a fraction of a second, "Friend.... Jason. Jason," still looking down, he said, "This is my father."
I did a double take. Yes, there was some resemblance. The perfect nose, the full lips. But how the hell did a man like this have a warm, lovable son like Eric?
"Well, Jason," He extended his hand and I shook it. He had a steely grip, which I did my best to return. "It's a pleasure to meet you."
He let go of my hand an placed his on Erics shoulder in a firm grip - very firm.
"But we have some Father-Son catching up to do, so would you kindly excuse us?" He fixed me with a cold, steely stare.
"Of course." I steeped back.
Without only a cold smile and not another word, the door was shut in my face.
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Note from Author: Okay, so I've been good, this time round. I've been able to get this chapter out shockingly quickly. I've sort of had some motivation. I'm unsure whether it's the good or the bad kind - guess I'll have to wait and see - but it's definitely making me write a whole lot more. Anway, thanks to my fans, or at least the people who enjoy my story and email me. You're the reason I keep writing. ;-)