NOT EASY TO FOOL.

     There I was minding my own business, leisurely walking along the path leading out of the Hudson estate, impatiently waiting for my father to finish his ‘important’ business call so he could drop me off at school on his way to work. When out of nowhere this clumsy badly dressed little fool with horrible glasses, bumped right into me. In this day in age haven’t she heard of contact lens? And even though she apologies almost instantly, this idiot didn’t show the slightest respect by looking at the person she just rudely ran into.

      However, the strangest thing happened right after… she was actually chased by an expensive Audi with its driver poking his head a bit out the window seemingly shouting for the surprisingly fast weirdo to stop running. Unintentionally, I found myself smiling at how crazy the entire scene appeared.

    “Now that’s not something you see every day.”  A charming middle-age man probably in his early forties said casually opening the car door before stepping out beside his dazed son.

    “Yeah, especially in such a boring neighborhood.” Jeremy commented on his father’s word without realizing it.

     “What?” Thomas Adams asked confusedly then stated, “I was talking about the actual smile on your face…. what were you …?”

      With an awkward cough the teenager asked deflectively, “can we leave now?”

      “Sure.” It was best not to further ruin the rarely seen side of the usually cold boy.

      The two figures quickly got into the luxurious Maybach, disappearing into the distance. At eighteen years old, Jeremy Adams was the typical Mr. popular of West-Bay Academy. The triple H of the college… Handsome… Hot…. Heartbreaker. Well at least that’s what many chose to believe despite the fact that the latter title wasn’t physically proven. As the quarterback of the school’s football team, for some reason instant fame somehow always seemed to latch onto those with either a wealthy family background or in his case… the ‘right’ appearance to capture unwanted attention. Although he could most likely afford his own car, Jeremy tried his best to distant himself from the crowd which unlucky for him, found his actions even more intriguing.  

       On some level he was more of an extraordinary anti-socialist. Students thought he was quite mysterious whereas teachers appreciated his mature demeanor. He would hang with the crew but often laidback and silently observe… his personality made him appeared both cool and dangerous as a young lad.

       “So, you all set for the game on Friday?” Mr. Adams questioned as they were nearing the school’s entrance.

       “Yeah…”

       Sighing loudly at his son’s lack of communication skills, Mr. Adams could only shake his head in apprehension saying, “this is your final year, keep up the good work and after it’s all done you can join me at the company….”

      “What if I don’t want to do an office work? can’t I just apply to med. school and start an internship there?”

      “Ha! Med. school? Are you kidding me? I thought we talked about this already… I’ve worked hard to build the company to what it is today, I can’t just let it fall into the hands of shareholders in the future… you are my only son so the business must be taken over by you when the time is right.”

    “What about Chelsey?”

    “She’s a girl, besides she lives with your mother now and we both agreed to stay out of each other’s lives, your sister should be the one thinking about some silly doctor’s internship, not you!”

     Realizing there was no point in arguing, Jeremy remained silent as the vehicle finally came to a stop. Without saying goodbye, he abruptly opened the doors and walked out, ignoring his dads’ displeased grumble. Yet another failed attempt of a father son ‘discussion’.

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    “Hey! Dude…. What’s up?” Marcus Barkley rushed forth sloppily throwing his weight on Jeremy as he entered the crowded halls.

     “Fool! Get your paws off me… I’m not some one of your little girl-toy.” The teenager felt unfortunate to have such a shameless best friend.

      “Chill okay, you’re beautiful and all but just not my type…. Your chest needs a lot of silicone.”

      “Idiot!” Jeremy hopelessly shook his head, shrugging away the annoying Marcus as they duo headed to their lockers grabbing the needed books for their first class session.

       “So, what’s the deal with you and that bratty barbie doll? opps I mean cheerleader, Miss what’s her name?”

        “Britney, and she’s my girlfriend.”

       “Yes, right her that’s what I said… anyways I heard she told some people you guys were planning to get engaged after graduation and you would take over your family company….” Marcus paused peeking from the corners of his locker, keenly observing Jeremy’s reaction, obviously aware of his brief hesitation and clenched fist. Then continued, “So you’re no longer interested in being a gynecologist?”

      Slamming his own locker closed with a loud bang! Jeremy corrected, “cardiologist, you moron!”

      “Ha! Imagine how awesome my suggestion would have been, maybe I should switch fields as well…. Then again, my mother would probably skin me alive… Humm… anyways what about barbie… Britney, I mean Britney, are you guys going to….”

        “No, don’t worry about it. I’ll just have to try harder to convince my dad business isn’t in my blood.”

        “And if that doesn’t work? cause lets face it, when you say talk it’s more like shut up and listen, accept his plans and move on…. Just like dating Miss barbie doll Hudson.”

         “You don’t know what you’re talking about.” Jeremy defended clearly in an unbelievable manner.

          “Oh really? So why was it that you guys started dated? … oh, wait you have only been on a date once but somehow she’s your ‘girlfriend’, and don’t pull that ‘I love her’ crap with me, I’m not that easy to fool okay!”

          “We’ve been out on more than one date…” Jeremy reasoned, but yet again Marcus retorted… “business dinner with your families clearly does not count as a date dude!”

      “Be a man! Dump that fake plastic….”

      “Hi! Jerbear, miss me?” A sudden cheery voice echoed from behind the two as a slender playful beauty approached, twirling her blond silky hair with her index fingers trying to give off a sweet seductive smile

         “Speak of the witch and here she comes flying in on her broom-stick…” Marcus muttered caring less whether or not he was heard, then added, “His name is Jeremy, not Jere, Jeri, Jerbear or any other ridiculous pet phrase your tiny mind comes up with.”

          Acting shocked and aggrieved Britney looked towards her boyfriend hoping for his help, but just then without warning, yet again out of nowhere someone bumped right into the motionless teen.

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