Morning.

Not just a normal horrible morning, but a worse hungover morning. My back is stiff from the floor I slept on. My shirt is somewhere. My pants are half open. On my right is some redhead chick I don’t remember, although I think it was the chick that handed me my cup when I arrived. On my left is some dude I don’t remember at all.

I manage to sit up without bothering them, and once I get up and away I see that the dude rolls over and starts cuddling with the chick. My head is throbbing too much to think of something stupid to say. I locate my shirt on the floor lamp near Jake’s bedroom. Once I’m dressed I head out and over to the Waffle House across the street. Even though it’s still dark they have a few people sitting around. I need to sober up more before I head home. I sit down and order a big ass waffle and a cup of coffee.

While sitting there I notice some dark-haired chick is staring me down. As soon as we make eye contact though she ducks her head. Too tired and too hungover to care I return my attention to the coffee in front of me. I don’t care what anyone says. Coffee is my best friend right now. I know it’s obvious to the staff that I’m hungover. It’s Waffle House. Everyone who comes in late at night is drunk, and everyone who comes in this early in the morning is hungover. That’s the rules.

As I finish my cup I hear someone sit down across from me. I look up to see the dark-haired chick sitting down right across from me. When I first saw her I thought she looked okay, but now that she was across from me she looked like she had been pulled right out of a magazine. Maybe a goth magazine, but definitely some magazine. Smooth pale skin. Hair that was super black and hung around her like a veil. Blue eyes that looked like they had been chiseled out of ice. Very slender body.

“Can I help you?” I could hear my voice cracking from how sore it felt. Lord knows what all I did last night.

“If you have questions about who you are then come here Son of Kal.” And she slid me some piece of paper and stood up and walked away before I could say anything.

What the hell? Like what the living hell just happened? I haven’t heard my fucking father’s name in like nine years. Hell, me and my mom changed our last names to her maiden name. And this stranger just happens to know him, and just happens to be at the same fucking Waffle House I was in. What the fuck?

I run to the window to see if I can see her, but she’s gone. She just walked outside a second ago. Where the fuck did she go? I run over to my table and slam a twenty down, grab the scrap piece of paper she left, and bolt outside trying to find this bitch.

Gone. Empty parking lot. I left New York so that I really wouldn’t have to deal with this, and somehow someone knew of my fucking father here. I knew better than to tell Mom this though. Her reaction would be a hell of a lot worse than mine. I’m already planning on transferring schools even further away. She would have dragged me home and never let me step outside for at least three years.