About Last Night Kiss

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am going t

in front of me. My father, Stella Sterling, and David. My mind re

just drop a whole ball of emotions. I am literally going from being an only child to having a brother. Step-

with which I consider it almost makes me laugh. Except t

's appointments. And no it wasn't one of those beauty appoint

e of the prestigious private high schools in the DC area. It was obviously an excuse, her way of trying to protect me from the inevitable. But even

It'll be too obvious. Be happy for your father. I k

lot to take in,"

ted his statement, my

omment on it as he cleared his throat. "David wa

whatever the hell the unpredictable jackass is considering saying. David's eyes crinkle at the e

he hasn't changed at all since then. He used to flip up girl's skirts when we were in elementary school, and t

re... before what happened between us that nigh

me before turning to my father. "Everyone knows almost everything ab

leared his throat like he wanted to cough out the fact that David had said something vulgar. If I weren

harp. "Perhaps we should give

s able to keep a relationship with Stell Sterling completely under wraps from everyone, including his daughter, for the past God-knows-how long. I definite

d and me. Before this shocking news from my father, it was just an ill-advis

thing. "I need a minute," I say as I start to wal

-style furniture placed for a show, not use, that matches the decor of the rest of this perfectly polished house. My father

This is the house where my father moved permanently after my mother died, the DC residence; I was shipped o

, not the bathroom like I'm expecting, but I realize I can't remember where the bathroom is on the first floor. How st

aos outside. The room was silent, except for the soft hum of the air conditioning. As I looked around, my gaze fell on the walls, lined wit

them. I felt a wave of nausea wash over me as I stared at the picture of my father and Stella. Their cheeks were p

ave the impulse to go over to the desk, to pick up the picture and smash it, to throw it to the ground and wa

toos and piercings and I don't give a f*ck attitude. He blew into Fandesvic Academy like a damned tornado.

with his meticulously torn jeans and t-shirt with the design faded into oblivion in spots smudged so it appeared vintage but was some piece of designer

payment for being his school tour guide. Although Rachel was very open with her sexuality, she declined which caused him to lau

l kinds of things that would piss the authorities – underage smoking, drinking, drugs, girls in his room – all of which were summarily swept under the rug,

to her boyfriend, she would have jumped at the opportunity at some point. The thing is, even when he showed up two years ago, David had more of a repu

e out of my thoughts and I spun around, ex