Jaden's POV
I should have seen this coming. I've always secretly wondered if Blake didn't go for women. He never brought up topics about girls, never talks about women he's met, nor does he have a celebrity crush just like most people do. Mom had no trouble finding me a Step-Dad as soon as Blake was out of the picture. Why now after all this time? Couldn't he wait two more years when I'm away at college?
"Hey Jaden. Why does your face look like some one just killed your cat?"
I looked up into Neil's lovely face as he placed his lunch tray on our table. Neil, my best friend, looked at me in a peculiar way.
He was the only one apart from Brad who knew the real truth behind my feelings for Blake. Unlike Brad, who was awkward when talking about something like this, Neil was all gung-ho with the idea. Neil was a curly headed sixteen year old in my class. He had also been home-schooled by his Catholic-obsessed mother before moving out here from Canada and joining the local High School; which was how we ended up hitting it off from the get-go.
"I feel like Spongebob in that episode where Gary gets taken away by Patrick," I said my voice sounding more whiny than it did in my head. "He even ends up choosing Patrick over Spongebob."
"Wait. You're still bummed about the fact that Blake wants to get back into the game?" Neil asked in his forever amused manner. I had texted him about it after dinner with Blake Friday night. Man, of course I was still bummed.
I narrowed my eyes at him as if it weren't obvious. I loathed the idea of it. Blake was mine, though he didn't necessarily knew it yet. Damn it all to hell!; a place which I'm sure I'll be going to, if all this God conspiracy theory ends up being real.
"Your Dad must have a lot of pent up energy bruh. Let'im bust a nut in some prostitutes face. No harm in that," he said as he ate his sandwich. "After all, if I remember correctly. Gary only choose Patrick for the cookie in his pants. That's all your Dad wants. The cookie. In some chick's pants. He'll come back to you... eventually."
"He can bust a nut over my cookie. I don't see why he gotta go find some diseased prostitute for that," I mumbled, pouting over my food.
"Kinky little Jaden; I can see a monster jelly on you're left shoulder. Cute. Real cute."
"I'm not jealouse. Who told you that?" I quickly retorted.
I haven't had any appetite since Blake broke that news to me. I, for one, am proud of how well I controlled myself. I was freaking out in my head, metaphorically flipping tables and shit. I was so close to asking him, can't it be me instead?
Imagine the look on his face if I ever told him so. That's if he doesn't blank out on me first. Blake always blanks instead of panics, like I do.
"How about you sexy it up? Walk around in your undies, lots of skin exposure, touch him a lot, I don't know. Work out with Zumba in speedos early in the morning so that he can come down and 'catch' you shaking that bubble butt of yours. You know, seduce him," Neil said mouthing off different ideas, obviously way more amused than he should be. He couldn't fathom the reason behind me wanting Blake but supported it nonetheless.
"Why do I feel like you've been giving this some serious thought?" he gave me a sheepish grin at that. "Plus, I've been doing that for the past four years already. As close as we both are to each other, I don't think Blake's noticed. I've tried, but I don't think I can possibly seduce him. Just look at me, I'm a boy in all shape and size, I doubt he notices," I said pointing down at myself.
"Oh shut your trap. I mean, if I wasn't straight I'd bang you. So what if you're a boy, you gotta show him that you're also a hot piece of ass too. Work it good, and I'm sure you'll see results," Neil answered. Neil was just like that. Straight forward and to the point. Some times I wondered if he had any gay tendencies. I mean he's kind of way too accepting, you know. If he came up to me saying he slept with a guy, sure I'd be surprise, but I'm kinda expecting it. "Don't give me that face. You're thinking about something strange again, aren't you?"
"No no. Just wondering if you're actually really straight," I snickered. "Now that I think about it, I'd let you bang me if you weren't straight."
He chuckled and added, "Don't tempt me Arons. Remember I'm suppose to be living bi-curiously through you. My interest lies on the time when you make daddy dearest your first time. Imagine my luck when I get to hear the juicy deets and knowing I was the one who helped you pulled it off -the plan of course, not your clothes- that'll be daddy dearest's job."
"Can you stop calling him 'Daddy dearest'? It sounds like you're talking about a sugar daddy," I said looking around to see if anyone was listening. At the same time, I was trying to conceal the blush that threatened to show itself. Shaking my head, I look down at the untouched lunch before me. Blake made this for me. Why am I being so selfish? He's allowed to have a life right. Even if that life might not include me, I'm sure he won't completely forget about me right?
"Have you thought about getting a paternity test?" Neil asked.
"What? Why would I? I haven't knocked up anyone."
"A paternity test ain't only for the baby-mama, silly. I meant like, a test to see if you both are blood related. I've seen Blake, how are you really sure that he's your Dad? You guys aren't alike at all. I watched this episode on the Maury show..."
"Oh no, don't start," I pleaded knowing that he was about to go on one of his rants.
"...Hear me out a minute. This guy, met this dude at college, and they were best friends for years even though the dude was like what? Twelve years or so the guy's senior. Then one day, the guy brings home the dude to meet his mother, just to find out that his mother once slept with the dude. Turns out the dude was the guy's father all along, which was why they had so much in common; they just didn't know. I'm being super serious. You and Blake are totally opposite people. You two don't even look like father and son. He looks more like an estrange cousin from your Mom's best friend's Aunty's brother's side."
I lifted a brow at him sarcastically. "That's awfully specific."
"I'm just saying. The only thing stopping you is the fact that you're both blood related. Test both of your DNA's and poof, the main obstacle disintegrates on its own," Neil said, as he leaned back into the cafeteria's chair. He probably felt like a genius, as he sipped from a cart of orange juice like a boss.
Even if Neil made it sound a little eccentric, it made sense.
The Arons, was a wealthy family known for their many business ventures and entrepreneurial embankments. In other words, they have enough rolls of dollar bills to throw at stray dogs. They had this paranoid belief that everyone was after their money, especially when Blake begun dating my Mom. They thought that my Mom was trying to pin a baby on Blake just so that she could have his money. So they disinherited my Dad as soon as his drug habit came into light, but was quickly dealt with all hush-hush style, by the power that the Arons clan seemed to claim.
Blake's deed never came into public eye since his Father did a complete cover up of the situation. He became the rogue Arons member of whom no one spoke of.
Not that Blake even cared. He had a good paying sales job right now; the Head of the Sales Marketing Dep. at a small company he bought. He does good for himself. I don't ask for many things, but he always provides generously. The point is that he still had the Arons way of doing things even if he vehemently denies it. Would he treat me the same if I turn out not being his son?
"If I'm his real son?"
"Then you will have to try and get over this obsessive crush of yours. It's not good for your health...," he pointed out and gave a meaningful look towards my lunch. "...or mine. Whatever food you don't eat, I have to eat. Food must not and will not go to waste when I'm present."
I slid my lunch over to him knowing that he'd give me an earful if I threw it away. I didn't feel like eating. More than anything, I wanted to hurl but my stomach had no contents to hurl out. I literally didn't like this ugly feeling that had been floating over my head ever since daddy dearest -ugh, Neil's got me saying it now- let out that bombshell. I wanted to vomit out the memory of this weekend.
"And if I'm not?"
"Then you're one step closer to fucking him," he answered sweetly and as normally as if we were talking about what colour I should paint my room next. I felt my cheek heat up a bit. "Listen honey, there's no upside to this affection of yours and you know it. If you're not the seed of his loins, he's either going to A: go on and live his life-without you-knowing that he has forever been taking care of another man's baby or B: He'd still love you and take care of you-awkwardly though, knowing in the back of his mind, that you might jump his bones at any minute and that's assuming you tell him that you love him before telling him y'all ain't related."
I heaved a sigh, propping my chin in my palm. "The seed of his loins," I repeated in a mocking voice, as we both tried to stifle a laugh."You're such a bad influence. You make it sounds so easy and terrifying all at the same time."
"It's a gift. It's more terrifying than easy, but I'm pretty sure you've thought about it before," I can't say that I've sat down and actually thought about it seriously. Though the thought of it being easier if he wasn't my Dad had crossed my mind before, no one really wants to sit around wondering if they're Dad is their real Father. "Plus, I can see why you love him. He's a fucking great cook."
Taking a deep breath, I smiled over at Neil. Man, who could ever ask for such a good friend? "He's great at everything he does. Not only cooking."
"Think he'll be great in bed too?" Neil asked wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.
I laughed despite my true emotional state. Silly Neil. "Hmm... I wonder. He doesn't seem like the wild sex, whips and chains type of person."
Choking on his orange juice, Neil laughed heartily. "Blake screams Vanilla all the way, but we could be wrong..."
"Am I really going to take a Paternity test without him knowing?" I asked voicing my worry. "I feel like I'm sort of betraying him by doing so."
Neil shook his head up and down. "You can do it yourself. It's just for you to help make up your mind on what to do. There's like a self kit. I'll order it online."
"What if you're Mom finds out? She's gonna flip," I stated. Like I said earlier, Neil's Mom was a strict Catholic lady. Everything she says has something or the other to do with God or her church. That's the only thing she lives for. Creepy lady, for real.
"I'm a bit of a whore, so I think she's prepared to hear me say, 'Mom, I got 'x-girl' preggo'. If she finds out, she'd probably be more relieved that I'm not gay. Don't you worry," Neil exclaimed getting up just at the same time the bell, went off. "I got you bruh."
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