delirious ↠ g.d.

T W E L V E

I wake up with the biggest headache ever. I bring a hand to my burning forehead and try to sit up.

Bad move.

My head pounds harder so I lay back in my bed. I text my dad to bring me aspirins.

I'm not going to school today.

He comes up to my room shortly after with two pills and a glass of orange juice. I slowly sit up and furrow my brows.

"Thanks daddy..." I whisper from a croaky voice.

Oh fuck I did not just...

I gulp and my cheeks turn in a bright shade of pink. I take the pills and juice from his hands and swallow them as fast as I can, trying to set my mind on something else than the fact that I just called my father daddy.

I used to call him that when I was like... 5.

Grayson probably brought that word back in my mind... oh gosh...

My dad softly chuckles and crosses his arms.

"Long time I've heard that word, Hai." he let out a small laugh.

My cheeks are burning and my head keeps pounding like crazy. I put the half empty glass of juice on my nightstand and I lay back down.

"Are you sick?" my dad asks as he sits on my bed next to me. He takes my hand and gently squeezes it.

I simply nod. I'm certainly not going to tell him that I partied until 3 AM yesterday and that I'm in the worst hangover now...

"Can I ask you something Hai?" he looks down and his grip loosens on my hand.

I furrow my brows and tilt my head to the side.

"That boy that came the other day-" he begins before I cut him off.

"Grayson." I sigh and close my eyes.

"Yes... Grayson. Did you see him after what happened?" he looks at me with a hint of worry in his eyes.

I gulp and look outside my window.

Truth or lie?...

"I've seen him in the halls at school..." I lie.

"So it wasn't him that called you yesterday night to go over to his place?" he smiles at me.

Fuck. He knows.

"No uhhh... that was Ethan..." I look down.

"His brother?" he smiles more.

Dude what the hell, did he spy on me or what?

"Yes, his... brother..." I try my best to not laugh. My dad's a real savage. He always knows everything I do, everywhere I go... wait does that mean that he knows I'm in a hangover?

"So was it Ethan or Grayson that dropped you off on a motorcycle at 3 AM this morning?" my dad says as he pats my thigh.

I chuckle and rub my eyes.

That motherfucking sneak.

"It was Grayson, dad... now can we just drop this please?" I place a hand on my forehead.

"Of course. Get up, you're going to be late for school." he chuckles and stands up.

I quickly sit up in bed and glare at him.

"Dad, no... You can't-"

"You decided to get drunk and come back home at 3 AM, it's your loss. I'm paying for your education, not for you to party all night and ditch all your classes. Get up." his smile fades a bit as he gets out of my room and heads downstairs.