All Chapters of My Dad's Friend: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

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"Hello everyone, my name is Miss Kacey and I'll be your new history teacher" the sexy earth creature introduced herself. "What happened to Ms. Jen?" A female voice asked out from the middle of the class... Probably one of those nerds, I didn't care to find out as that sexy being had all my attention...guess, history wouldn't be so boring anymore...only the heavens knew how much I loathed the subject with Ms. Jen, a fifty years old nagging hag that always had me as her target...she had a habit of failing my papers...I was so glad she was gone and replaced of her was a goddess in the body of a human, ready to be devoured by me.  "Ms. Jen has been transferred to New Jersey City, she's retiring" Miss Kacey spoke. " Please, I'll love it if everyone is on their best behaviors" she added before moving over to the teacher's desk at the corner of the room, she sat down and her chest came out even more. "I'll be calling the register to know if ev

"Whoa, this party is damn!!" I yelled over to the music to Jarvis, standing beside me as we walked into the full blasting house with drunk people already, some making out on the couch, drinking at the bar while others were on the dance floor, grinding themselves together. I nodded to the beat. "Do you see your Hattie anywhere?" I asked. "Nope but an gonna go find her. Call me if you want me" Jarvis palmed me on the back, I gave him a disgusted face. "Ewe man, what the fuck!" He chuckled before leaving, getting lost in the crowd of people, I took the other direction to the kitchen where all the drinks were. I immediately grabbed a beer can and gulped it down my throat, enjoying the bitterness and that burn that went through my throat. Gulping it all, I threw it into the trashcan and wheeled but found a lady resting against the wall, hands crossed over her popped-out chest in a tight red dress that bou

Getting off the plane, I filled in my lungs the fresh breeze I lacked from the plane. With a sigh, I threw my bag over my shoulder and began heading towards the exit. I couldn't believe I was fucking doing this, a nineteen years old boy pulled out from school and flee half away across the country, from Los Angeles, California to Toronto, Canada for a stupid family meeting... pretty fun...I thought sarcastically. Reaching the exit, I pushed the doors opened open and made my way out, the fresh breeze of Toronto caressed my cheeks, I instantly spotted my stepbrother Dean, two years younger than me with brown hair and green eyes, bolding stating the fact that we shared the same father...I tried my best not to roll my eyes as I walked over to him, resting against a black SUV, hands tucked into his sweatshirt and a pair of black pants. "Hey Tristan" he put on the biggest and fakest smile I had ever seen as soon as I came in fr

I tried not to ogled at him, I embarked to keep my eyes fused on the plate of food laid out in front of me, I tried to listen to the words being enunciated around the dining table, but still… My eyes still wandered back to him, sealing glances once in a while, and my cheeks burn in stigma whenever our gazes would meet. What the heck?! What was the meaning of this? How could I be attracted to a man…? I was straight, not straight as a circle, I had never darted at a man twice, not that I had anything against homosexuality…but I was born straight, but my eyes lingered back to him again and my eyes watched as he gulped, the food raced down his throat, my hand went up to my throat, slowly trailing while my gaze glued to his seductive adam apple, I fidgetted. As if struck, I looked away instantly, shaking my head to get rid of every heinous thought but when I lifted my head, I found hi