The plane ride wasn't so bad; it was about an hour and a half long. I decided to catch some Z's since I had to fucking wake up at 4:30 in the goddamn morning. I went to the luggage center where Mrs. Santos would meet me.
I grabbed my luggage and saw her running over to give me a big hug. "Duncan! Oh it's so great to see you again; I haven't seen you since you were about seven years old." She pulled away to face me and get a better look of me, she smiled and placed her hands on my shoulders. "My, you look so much like your father. I know it might feel weird moving in with strangers- well people you haven't seen in ages…I'm sure you'll fit in with my girl's group of friends, some are kind of funky like you." She grabbed one of my bags and motioned her head to follow her. At least she wasn't a bitch…
I woke up to the smell of blueberry pancakes. Jasmine must be making them in an attempt to talk to dad again. I looked at my clock that read 8:15, my stomach was growling like a bitch.
I went downstairs to find Jasmine watching Bob's Burgers on the couch. "I made blueberry pancakes if you want any." She yelled from the couch
I chuckled and opened the refrigerator to grab some juice. "So, has dad tried talking to you yet?" I asked, pouring juice into a cup.
She got up and scoffed. "No! And don't put the juice away yet." She says, taking the juice and going towards the cupboard to look for a cup. "I'm so tired of feeling like I'm walking on eggshells in this house." She sat down on a chair and rested her head on the island counter. "Why can't he at least talk to me about how he feels?"
I grabbed a pancake from the stack and sat down next to her. "Maybe he doesn't know how to approach you with the subject. Remember when mom ignored you for the first few day because she didn't know what to say to you? He'll come around eventually and if not, you shouldn't let him make you feel ashamed of who you are."
She lifted her head from the counter and smiled at me. "You're absolutely right! I need to stop feeling bad about my life choices because of him." she hugged me, almost knocking her cup over. "Thanks, Court." She pulled away and grabbed another pancake. "So what do you think Duncan's going to be like?"
Crap, I forgot he was going he was coming today." Isn't he a criminal?"
Jasmine playfully slapped my shoulder. "Hey, no need to judge yet; he could be super nice for all we know."
"But we don't know what he's done that's landed himself in juvie." I really hope he was in there for minor stuff like underage drinking or stealing from malls. God forbid if I had to share a roof with a murderer or rapist
"Maybe it was a misunderstanding." Jasmine says with her mouth full. God I hate it when she talks with her mouth full…
"I don't think so if he's been there more than once." I say. I just hope he wasn't in there for rape or murder.
Jasmine just rolled eyes. "Let's just give him a chance, okay? Moving somewhere completely different for your senior year must be hard."
"Girls, were home." My mother shouts. Fuck, I totally forgot to change. Right now I'm wearing little blue pajama shorts and a white tank top. Holy shit, I don't even have a bra on either! I quickly stand up and cross my arms to cover my nipples. My mom walks into the kitchen. "Ooh! You made blueberry pancakes, how nice. Guys, this is Duncan." My mother says pointing at this kid with a green Mohawk; he had some black hair under his Mohawk. He had multiple piercings on his ears, one on his nose and another on his eyebrow. He had light blue eye, which I'll admit were a pretty shade. He wore a white skull shirt with tight black pants and red converse. He was pretty short as well, probably no more than two inches taller than me. "Duncan, this is Jasmine." She says, pointing to my sister then points at me, "And Courtney."
I smile at him. "Please to meet you." I say, shaking his hand
My sister on the other hand gives him a hive five. "Sup."
"Duncan, how about I show you to your room and then later on Jasmine and Courtney can take you to the mall or something, or at least something fun, I don't want you guys to waste your last week of summer inside." My mom says before taking Duncan to his room downstairs.
"So are you gonna sleep with him?" Jasmine casually asks.
"Jasmine!" I yelled. I could feel my face turning red. Not because I was attracted to him in any way, hell no. But topics that involved intimacy always made me feel uncomfortable, mostly because I was really self-conscious about my body.
Jasmine snorted. "What, I was just asking. I'll admit, he's pretty hot and I would probably get a piece of that white ass if I were straight." Sometime I question how we're related…
My mother and Duncan came back. "Girls, why don't you get ready while I give Duncan a tour of the Santos home."
The first thing I did when I got upstairs was checking my phone for any new messages, three new messages, two were from Bridgette while the other was from Heather. Bridgette sent the same thing twice, 'Hey, watcha doing today?' I responded back by telling her that we would be going to the mall within the next two hours or so and she was welcomed to join us if she wanted to. The other message that was from Heather was basically reminding, well threatening me to be at cheer practice tomorrow morning. She's captain of the cheer squad this year and I'm lieutenant, which is totally unfair! Heather only show's up when she wanted to and would basically sit on her ass for most of practice on her phone. There were also times where she would claim to go to the 'bathroom' when really she would just fuck whatever boyfriend she had at the time. Apparently last year right before spring fling, she dumped Justin Morazarri because supposedly she's slept with one of the teachers. Don't get me wrong, Heather is still one of my really good friends, she's just so unbearable to be around sometimes is all. I hopped in the shower for about fifteen minutes than did my hair and makeup. I settled for wearing a white v-neck shirt with a blue skirt that was a few inches above the knees. I put a red bow in my curled hair and white flats. I headed downstairs to see Duncan and Jasmine waiting on the couch.
"Finally!" Jasmine says
"Sorry some of us like to go out looking decent." I say pointing at her outfit, which was just a bright purple sweatshirt with jeans and an old pair of black shoes.
"Well aren't you a feisty one." Duncan says smirking
I shoot him a glare before opening up the front door. "Let's just go."
Well I was completely right about Courtney, she was such a stuck up. Everything in her life had to be perfect; Grades, social life ect. I mean look at how she fucking dresses! It's a total shame that she acted like a bitchy, stuck up princess because she was fucking sexy and I would totally fuck her if it wasn't for her attitude. Both girls were incredibly gorgeous but it was pointless to try to score with Jasmine since she likes girls. Unlike Courtney, Jasmine was super chill and easy to talk to. Sure Jasmine talks a little too much but I could tolerate that. On the way there, she told me about how I was going to get along really well with her friend, Gwen. Apparently she was this Goth girl who enjoyed horror flicks and had the same views on certain things as I did. She kept warning me though to not hit on her cause Gwen has a boyfriend; I also think that Jasmine has a little crush on her as well since she kind of got defensive when I made a joke about running off and getting married in a graveyard.
When we arrived, I saw Courtney run towards a girl with blonde hair that looked like she should belonged in Malibu, followed by a guy that also had blonde hair and was wearing a cowboy hat; I assumed he was Malibu's boyfriend. Courtney gestured me to come over. "Duncan, meet Bridgette and Geoff."
"Dude, that Mohawk is fucking sick!" Geoff said, trying to touch it.
I quickly stopped his hand from touching my hair; no one touches the hair except girls that are in bed with me. "Thanks man, but next time you try to touch it, I will try to break your wrist." I threatened.
Courtney shoots me death glare. "Duncan!" She says disapprovingly.
Geoff just chuckles. "Its chill, Mocha, I totally feel the same way when it comes to my hat."
"Well I'm starving, anyone up for the food court?" Jasmine asked
"You just had a sandwich before we got here not to mention you had five pancakes for breakfast." Courtney says
"Yea, well now I'm craving a big ass burger, c'mon you slow pokes." She yells. You definitely don't meet a lot of hot chicks that don't give a shit of what they put in their mouth. Courtney for instance, ordered a small diet coke with a little salad, so stereotypical. Bridgette wasn't as bad; she also had a small coke, but had two slices of pizza and would steal bits of fries from Geoff. That's one thing that pisses me off about girls, they'll order no fries because they have to stick to their little diet or whatever but later decide that they want it, so they'll just mooch off their boyfriend's. Jasmine ordered a large drink of whatever, a burger and a huge bowl of fries. She was literally the female version Owen Gilbert.
Jasmine must've noticed Courtney's small meal as well because she kept staring at Courtney like some kind of really concerned sister. "Courtney are you sure that's all you're going to eat?"
"Oh yea, I'm not really hungry at all." Courtney replied, waving it off.
Jasmine looked like she was still not buying it. "Really? Because you barely touched your breakfast this morning…Are you sure you don't want any of my fries?" She asked pushing the bowl towards Courtney.
Courtney only shook her head and pushed the bowl back towards Jasmine. "I'm fine, really." She kept her eyes down, staring at her untouched food, like she didn't want to make eye contact with Jasmine. I looked over at Jasmine who seemed a little disappointed mixed with worry.
"Yo dude, let's hit up Spencers!" Geoff suggested.
"Hell yeah!" I say, high fiving him. I fucking love that store.
It feels weird being in a sex shop, well I mean it kind of was. I wasn't sure if they even carded you before entering, I hope they didn't for here otherwise I would be in so much trouble since I was under-aged. Luckily for me the person working the shift here though was dead asleep at the registers and hopefully it would stay that way. Everyone was at the way front of the store where the toys were while I was wondering in the back, near the lingerie.
"Hey Duncan, have you ever considered putting anal beads up your ass?" Geoff asked, holding up a box of them. Gross…
"Geoff, if you're considering anal-beads, you should probably reconsider you sexuality." Duncan says.
I decided to browse through the lingerie section. I felt completely awkward when touching the tiny thongs and g-strings. I don't own any thongs; I just have cute, lacy panties from Forever 21 and Pink; that's the sluttiest I'll ever go. I came across this cute white, see through teddy with pink bows on both of the straps, it came with matching pairs of pair and underwear. The bra also had pink bows on each strap and one in the middle of the bra. My eyes widened when I realized it also game with a pair of white garters which also had big pink bows on each side.I looked at the price to see that it half off right now.
"I would love to see you in that someday, gorgeous." A deep husky voice said in my ear. I jumped as soon as the warm breath came in contact with my skin.
I turned around to see Duncan way too much in my personal bubble, smirking. "Duncan, what the hell are you doing over here?" I asked. I was both annoyed and extremely embarrassed. I could feel my face heating up and my heart was pounding.
Duncan just laughed and started looking at the same teddy. "I was just browsin the store…more importantly though, why have you been in the lingerie section this whole time?" He asked, wiggling his unibrow.
I could only roll my eye to that response, fucking perv. "Some of the lingerie's here are kind of cute even if they're too degrading for my taste."
Duncan took the teddy that I had eyed earlier off the rack. "What about this one, you were basically staring at it for ten minutes."
I could feel my face burning up again. "What have you been stalking me the whole time?"
He scoffed in response. "Don't flatter yourself, Sweetheart; so are you going to get it?" I kept looking down at the ground, not wanting to make eye contact with him, my heart was pounding even more now and I could feel a lump in my throat. "There's nothing to be ashamed of, I'll just tell you right now, whoever you wear this for is going to be a lucky guy." I couldn't help but smile inside at the dirty compliment.
"Well it's not going to be you!"
He scoffed. "Please I wouldn't want you anyways, you're an uptight prude!"
"I AM NOT YOU DISGUSTING PRICK!" I screamed. I quickly covered my mouth once I realized I had shouted that and noticed everyone in the store, staring.
He just smirked before walking away, ugh I fucking hate this guy!
Fuck, this was an even more awkward family dinner than my own fam. Mr. Santos looked fucking scary; he was huge, muscular wise. He had darker skin like Jasmine but had the little freckles above the bridge of his nose like Courtney, who was barely touching her food. She was mostly moving her food around with her fork around, occasionally taking little bites while Jasmine basically scarfed her food down within five minutes before grabbing seconds, she would look at her dad a lot too. I remember earlier in the day when we were waiting for Courtney to get ready, she told me about how she came out to her family and her dad was being a total dick and ignoring her existence ever since.
"Duncan." Mr. Santos finally spoke, "I want to go over the house rules, I have very strict rules in my house and any rule broken will result in serious consequence." He gave me a hard stare that made me wanna piss myself. "Curfew is 5:30 on school nights, though I'd rather have you at home studying and midnight on weekends, I will also not allow you to bring random one night stands home and you are not allowed in Courtney's room after 10:00."
"Like I'd even let him anywhere near it." I heard Courtney mumble next to me. I snickered lowly and she scowled at me. Teasing her was so much fun.
"What about my room?" Jasmine asked. He just sat there in silence, which made Jasmine stand up and slam her hands aggressively on the table. "Jasmine-" Mrs. Santos gasped before getting caught off by Jasmine. "No mother, I'm so fucking sick of dad treating me like I don't exist. I like vagina's dad, I'm sorry you can't accept that but I'm still your goddamn daughter. My sexuality doesn't affect my academic career with college, or being on Broadway. I still want to get married and have kids whether its adoption or through a test tube." She was now sobbing. "I miss talking to my dad; I want my dad to walk me down the aisle on my wedding day. I just want my daddy to hug me and tell me it's going to be alright when there's huge shit storms in my life. You don't have to approve of my life choices but not completely erase me from your life forever." She ran upstairs crying afterwards and slammed her door shut.
"I better go check on her, thanks for dinner mother." Courtney says excusing herself
Mrs. Santos looks at her worriedly like Jasmine had before "Honey, you barely touched your food."
"Mother, I think the whole Jasmine situation is more important right now." Courtney tells her defensively before going upstairs. Her mom just stares at Courtney's plate very concerned.
I decided to excuse myself; Mrs. Santos looked like she was ready to bitch out Mr. Santos for the previous event. "I'm so sorry you had to view all of this Duncan." Mrs. Santos apologizes, "It's usually never this chaotic."
I smile at her, she in some way reminded me of ma. "It's all good, I'm used to it." I tell her. She smiled at me before pulling Mr. Santos into the kitchen.
I decided to put on my headphones to listen to some music to help me fall asleep, and to avoid the argument between Mr. and Mrs. Santos from the floor above. It was nice having a room in the basement; it was kind of like having my own floor. I really felt bad for Jasmine, I can't imagine how my dad would react if I came out as gay, he'd probably give me the silent treatment as well. I know my ma would accept me. I also thought about Courtney and the potential eating disorder. It's obviously been an issue for a while now judging by her mom and sister's reaction of her little intake in food. I guess white picket fence image families have problems of their own.