I was livid. Did Harry seriously think Tre was smart enough to keep me away from the party so I wouldn't find out about his meeting? Plus, did he really expect me not to find out about what he did with whoever that guy was? My blood was boiling as I raced down the highway to get home. I had to slow down before I entered my driveway or else I was going to end up swerving into the grass. I got out, slamming the car door hard enough to almost crack my window before stomping up the long driveway.

As I went into the house, I just let out the loudest yell I could. My anger was festering and I knew I had to breathe. I was pacing back and forth trying to hold it all in. My fist unclenched and clenched again and I thought I was calming down. Then my dad's face popped into my head and all I could think about was what happened when I went to go visit him. My blood was pulsating and the nearest thing to me was a wall. However, a strong voice stopped me.

"Hey, don't do it, "Evan yelled coming down the stairs in only his pajama pants, "The brick will fuck up your hand."

I had forgotten that it was a brick house. I'm just so hurt that my judgement is fucked up. Evan rubbed his eyes and I knew it was from the long shift he had today. I calmed myself enough to speak, "Thanks for looking out."

I walked toward the kitchen hoping a glass of water would soothe me. Evan followed me probably to make sure I don't break anything. Once I pulled a glass from the shelf and filled it up with water, I could already feel my anger boiling down. I drank quickly, letting the water put out the fire going through me. Evan leaned against the white wall and asked sarcastically, "How was the party?"

My head turned quickly but I had cooled down enough to talk. I heavily sighed and walked towards the living room, motioning for him to follow. He plopped down on the couch patting the space next to him and I sat down. I took another sip of my water before putting it on the table. I leaned against the back of the couch while Evan leaned against it, waiting for me to talk. I took another deep breath and begin to speak, "Let's just say...Caleb is upset with me and I'm pretty sure Darrius is too."

His eyebrows rose, and he asked, "You must have really messed up his party then. What happened?"

"My dad showed up," I replied, "Don't know why he was there but he was with Harry and I just punched him."

Evan didn't say anything at first but then he chuckled, "I don't think Caleb would be mad at you for that."

"Really?"

"Yea," He said after laughing, "If anything, he is mad at his brother. If you don't mind me asking, why did you punch your dad?"

If only he didn't have a long shift today and I wasn't so drained from being angry, I would explain to him but we both were in the mood for some sleep. I just settled on saying, "Maybe another time when your eyes aren't red as fuck."

He smirked and said, "Whenever you want to tell me, you know where I am."

I smiled and so did he. For a moment I just looked at him. He was falling asleep on me and I couldn't deny how incredibly adorable he looked. I just been adding on to the list of things that would make Evan great for Marcus. However, he would be great for any one. The guy was a hard worker and the sweetest person (other than Marcus) that I have ever met. Agreed that he made mistakes but he's trying to prove to himself that he's way more than that. He looked back at me with those half lidded blue eyes and I had to wrap up this stare down quickly because I was feeling vulnerable and I didn't want to do something I'll regret. I stood up getting my glass off the table and said, "Uhm, I think we should go to bed."

He nodded lazily getting up from the couch. He stumbled a little but I caught him by his arm. His muscle tightens underneath my touch and he snatched his arm away. His face was pale white until he realized who had touched him. This was the first time he had reacted in this way and it was maybe because he was exhausted. He relaxed and apologized, "Sorry. You just kind of scared me."

We both let out an awkward laugh before we continued our walk up the stairs. I was glad when he made it to his room without falling over. I couldn't stop thinking about the way he reacted and the way he almost expected me to do something. My phone vibrated to take my mind off it but then I saw who was sending the text. Even though I didn't have anything to say to him, I thought about what he still had and how bad I wanted it back.

Without even reading the message, I begin to write my own:

I don't care what you have to say to me, but you know what you stole from me and I want it back. We can meet up tomorrow at noon at the Starbucks downtown. So, bring it and we are done after."

I sent it and was waiting. I was walking to my room already unbuttoning my shirt and I felt my phone vibrate again and I read this one:

As long as we can talk before I give it to you.

I rolled my eyes because if I didn't agree he wasn't going to show up. This was how he manipulated people. My dad was a serious talker but I guess being his son I was immune to his bullshit. Especially since the last time I visited him. He got me though and I swore to myself I would never fall for it again. However, I wasn't going to get what I wanted back if I declined to hear him out. I rolled my eyes and agreed to his terms. He sent back a smiling face and told me he would be there.

**

We sat across from each other just staring for about 3 minutes. His matching eyes staring into mine. Starbucks smelled heavily of brewing coffee like always and there were multiple people there on a Sunday. The large windows gave a view of downtown almost busy street and the chatter around the café made the stare down bearable. I took an interest in my hot chocolate, moving my finger around the rim when I heard him say, "Please stop doing that."

I paused but didn't remove my finger as he continued, "You don't know what type of germs are on there."

I smirked and said, "Look at you trying to be a dad now."

"I've always tried."

"Bullshit."

He huffed before he spoke again, "Is this what we are going to do the whole time?"

"You said you wanted to talk and I just want my shit."

He tapped his glass in irritation but I really didn't care how he was feeling. He wasn't even close to feeling how I was when he would promise something and I get nothing in return. Right now, I was still trying to refrain from punching the shit out of him. He wanted something that he didn't deserve...my respect. By the way I have been feeling lately, it would be a cold day in hell before he ever got it. So, he can talk all he wanted but I was never going to believe a word he said.

He looked at me again and smiled, "Chris I really am sorry about what happened back in California."

I rolled my eyes taking a sip of my drink and nodded as he went on, "It just that the fashion industry wants what is edgy and innovative. I got carried away when they were asking me about the clothes I was wearing and I just panicked."

I almost slammed my cup on the table but only a few drops of the hot chocolate landed on the floor. He swallowed nervously as I stared at him. Him and I both knew he was lying. He looked away and continued to lie, "Then the other times I couldn't bring myself to tell them either. I knew I had messed up when I saw you left and destroyed my home. I deserved that. But I want us to move pass this and start fresh- "

"Move passed this?" I asked rhetorically catching myself. The familiar heat in my face was warning me to be calm. I took a small breath and my eyes intensely locked on to his before I warningly said, "Give me my shit now or I swear to God I will put another scar on your head."

He smirked before leaning on the table, "Son, I understand you are angry with me but do you really want to be sent to jail for assault?"

"You did it before so wouldn't run it pass you to do it again."

"I dropped the charges though."

"You didn't want my mom to find out so that's why you did it."

"Listen you-," he spat almost letting his true personality be shown before he chuckled awkwardly. His eyes were locked on mine now as he said, "Why do you always have to be so abrasive?"

"I learned from the best."

The vein in his neck and forehead showed how much he was trying to restrain himself. The hostile feelings between us could never be fixed. I could never forget everything he has done and it's hard to forgive someone when they constantly lie and try to fix a situation when all they want to do is to save their own ass. I've said all I needed to say and all he was going to do was lie some more. I really didn't have time for it so once again I asked, "Give me my shit. Now."

He only shook his head and as he reached into the small bag he brought in. He pulled out a leather book that had my name sewn into the cover. My design book. The pages looked rough and the tips of pictures stuck out. A smile appeared across my face as he passed it over. I snatched it out of his hand and was getting up to leave when he said, "I wish things went a lot different."

I had already gotten up but I turned around to reply angrily, "You should have thought of that before you told everyone I was your nephew and you designed those clothes."

I was still approaching him as I continued, "You stole from me to make yourself look good. You took credit for my hard work and you honestly want to sit here and tell me to look pass it?"

"Chris- "

"Shut up!" I yelled gaining everyone's attention but I didn't care, "You did this! So, don't try to act like you want to fix some shit because you don't and you know you don't!"

He didn't say anything else and I guess some people begin to recognize who he was and begin to take pictures. For his and my own safety, I turned back around to leave. Once I got to the door though, I was met with someone I really didn't want to deal with.

"Damn slow down," Daniel said coming into the café not realizing it was me. Once he did recognize me he gave me his evil smirk that he found sexy.

"Oh snap! Never thought I see you down here, "He said holding the door open for me, "You still ain't give me an answer about coming over."

I don't know if it was because how angry I was at my dad or how angry I was at Harry, but I answered seductively, "Do you have time now?"

Knowing Daniel, he would jump at the chance to do anything with me. It had always been like that. So when that wide smile appeared across his face, I knew how I was going to spend the rest of my Sunday.

**

It was already 5 when I got back to my house and I slumped over towards the living room. Evan was relaxing on the couch with a t-shirt and basketball shorts on. He looked at me with a face stuffed with cereal. I plopped down next to him and a second later he asked, "What happened?"

"I messed up," I said into the cushion, "I messed up big time."

"With your dad?"

"No, not with that," I stated lifting my head up. He looked down at me as I contemplated telling him about my sexual escapade. Usually I'll tell Johnny but with his classes and basketball practice, it was almost impossible to get a hold of him. Evan was right here and it wasn't like if he said something I wasn't able to find him. I sat myself up and faced him sitting cross-legged.

"I slept with someone," I confessed. Evan's forehead creased as his eyes shot open before he said, "That was...how?"

"How did I have sex?" I asked curiously.

"No," He laughed, "I mean you were only supposed to meet your dad and you end up having sex with someone. How?"

I groaned as I went into the details of my day. Evan's facial expressions ranged from surprised to confused to curious. Then once I told him about having sex with Daniel he stopped me, "Wait. Why is having sex to relieve stress a bad thing?"

"It's the person not the act that's the bad thing."

"What did Daniel do to make him the bad person?"

I wanted to tell him but we weren't that close for me to spill about something like that. I just groaned again and he understood not to push any farther. I sat with him for a few minutes before I got up to take a shower. Before I even made it to the stairs, the doorbell ringed. Since I was near the door I answered it. Once the knob turned, the person on the other side pushed through and wrapped their arms around me. The smell of strawberries and tequila was etched into this person's skin. By the blonde hair and looking at their clothes, it was obvious who this person was.

"Harry," I struggled to say as he squeezed me, "Please let go."

"Not until you forgive me," He slurred keeping his grip. I finally managed to get loose and saw what a mess he was. His hair was everywhere and the top buttons on his shirt were unfastened. He could barely stand up, falling on to me as he apologized, "I'm sooooo sorry Chris! I am such an ass."

I wish I had some mouthwash downstairs because the alcohol on his breath was hitting me dead on in the face. Nothing was sexy about this and I wondered why Evan was just sitting there letting this happen. Then the guy I saw at the party came up to the door. He was tall and blonde like Harry but his hair was cut shorter. He looked more worried then drunk as he pulled Harry off me.

"Dude why are you like this?" He groaned as Harry tried to wrestle out of his grip, "I'm sorry but he really wanted to see you. He wouldn't shut up about you the entire night."

I was taken back but not shocked. However, I still didn't know who this guy was. I asked, "Who are you?"

"Oh sorry," He said trying to extend his hand as Harry kept trying to pull away, "I'm Johnathan. His business partner and best friend. Wow you are more handsome in person."

"I told you!" Harry shouted and Johnathan face scrunched up in disgust at Harry's breath. Then I saw Harry's lidded eyes land on Evan curiously.

"Evan?" He said, "What is Evan doing here?"

I had forgotten that he didn't know that Evan was staying here. Evan looked really comfortable too sitting on the couch with his cereal spoon inches from his mouth. Harry turned even redder than he was and looked back at me. I put up my hands in protest and stated, "Harry, it is not what it looks like."

His mad face suddenly became sad with his bottom lip poking out and him dropping to his knees to cry, "I-I-I knew it. I'm t-t-too old for you!"

I looked to Johnathan and he had his head in hand. He was shaking his head at his friend's drunkenness. Evan was still just sitting but was laughing. I had to admit...it was funny. He looked like a kid who was just told they were going to get a whooping. I bent down with him and laughed, "Harry you are not old and Evan and I have nothing going on okay."

"Then why is he here," He sniffled and I was going to reply truthfully but he would for sure tell Caleb. So I answered, "He is staying a few nights for school."

"But," He begin then he looked at me and stupidly smiled, "You are soooo fiiiinnnee."

I coughed because the breath went into my mouth. He was really hitting the bottle hard.

"Why didn't you stop him from getting this drunk," I asked Johnathan as Harry started to find my face interesting. Johnathan shrugged but answered, "I guess because he felt so bad about what happened yesterday and you weren't answering his calls. Then he saw you leave the coffee shop with someone today."

"He did?" I said shocked that I didn't see him downtown. Johnathan nodded to say, "Yea he thought he for sure lost you. So, I took him to my place and he just started drowning in tequila."

"I'm drowning!" Harry yelled and started to gasp for air but I settled him down. Evan was now laughing his ass off on the couch. I can't believe this was all because of me. Well, Harry created the mess but the Daniel thing was my fault. He latched on to me again and whispered, "I think I love you."

I turned to him as he chuckled but the biggest explosion in me was going off. I didn't know whether to be happy or scared that he admitted that. Even though he was drunk, liquid courage was very powerful. Johnathan didn't hear it because he just kept shaking his head at his embarrassing drunk friend. Then Harry's face instantly changed to one of worry. I knew that look all too well and I hurried to get him out to the door. I held his hair as he bent over my ledge and threw up in the grass.

He lifted up, having a little bit of spit on the side of his mouth. He leaned over trying to kiss me and I protested, "Oh no! You are not kissing me!"

His face filled with sorrow and then sickness as he leaned over the ledge again. Johnathan came out and wiped his hand across his neck. Then he said, "I've never seen him like this. You must have some A+ ass."

"Excuse me?" I asked offended but he put up his hands in protest to say, "Not trying to say anything but even in his last relationship he wasn't messed up about them. He must really like you to get drunk in the middle of the day because he saw you with some guy."

"He started this though."

"Oh, I know," He agreed with a small smile, "He starts a lot of his own drama but never really is affected by it. Which is why this is shocking."

Harry was now just leaning and rocking as I rubbed his back. I told Johnathan to go get some water as I brought him into the house. Evan moved over so I could put him down. Once Johnathan came back with the water, Harry took a few swallows before deciding he was too tired to drink anymore.

"It's only like 6 Harry, "Johnathan stated with his arms folded standing against the wall but Harry wasn't listening as he laid his head in my lap. He was already drifting off and I was so tired from today's events that I didn't even care how he smelled of sweat, a bit of throw up, and strawberries. All I knew was that I was still upset with Harry last night and that he may be in love with me. However, I still haven't decided whether that made me happy or scared as fuck.