My Campus Life - S02 E28

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My Campus Life - S02 E28

Read Story: SEASON 2 EPISODE 28

I knew my mum was hiding something, and it won’t be long before Dad figured out.

“So… Mr…”

“Nelson?”

I heaved a sigh and tried not to be rude. “Yes. Mr. Nelson. Heard you work with my Dad.” I studied my mum’s expression as I said.

Dad wasn’t paying much attention to her as he was so engrossed in his Chardonnay.

“Well, yes. Started working with him recently, though.” He said, and I smiled.

“Oh.” I looked at mum again as she motioned with her eyes so I won’t ask any further. “What’s wrong, Mommy? Is something wrong with your eyes?”

A faint smile broke out on her lips as she said ‘no’.

I need to what mission this Mr. Nelson of a man had in our house. What was his motive? Does he want to destroy mum’s marriage or what? My mind remained not at ease.

I noticed Patrick kept on stealing glances at me, and I was getting pretty uncomfortable with him doing that. Does he find me attractive? Well, of course. Everyone finds me attractive, I thought with pride, my blush concealed. He’s hot, no wonder. But gross, mum should better not be doing anything on the contrary with this guy.

The skies cleared soon enough, and we had nothing to fear as it was not going to rain again. Dad and his coworker left for the car, while mum and I dad stayed and watched the basket. I knew this was the right time to ask mum about Patrick, but I didn’t know how to, and was scared that dad will come in anytime.

“Baby, your daddy is taking too long, don’t you think?”

“No, why?” I asked suspiciously. Why was she being tensed over some coworker being with dad? “Is there a problem, Mom?”

“N-no. I was just worried.” She rubbed her arms and sighed.

“Oh. Well, if you want me to go check up on them, I will.” I spoke intentionally, knowing what her reaction will be.

“Oh, that’ll be a good thing, sweetie. Go check.” She said to my surprise. Maybe she really isn’t hiding anything, I shrugged and stood up from where I was. “I’ll go now.” I said, and began heading to where dad was.

There was no sight them of anywhere. Those two were really up to something, I gritted and crossed my arms. I made to walk back to mum, knowing she’d yell her head of if I went looking for them without telling her, as a bird call made me stop. Not an actual bird, really. It was – Patrick! I groaned at the sight of him, a lighted cigarette stuck between his fingers. Thank God dad never smokes—some hooligan.

“Hey, little…”

“Hey! I’m 18, and I’m not little.” I growled at him.

And he chuckled. “You really are your mother’s daughter.”

“What do you know about my mother?” I stood with arms akimbo.

“I know a lot.” He blew smoke in the air.

Some guy, am I right? “Care to share?” I asked with idea, knowing he’d spill one or two. “What is it about you that I cannot understand?”

“Oh, you will, sweetheart.”

“Oh, my God. Did you just call me…?”

“Oh, yes I did.”

“Oh, you are so unbelievable!” A scowl took control of my face. Just who does he think he is? “Where is my dad?”

“Oh, he’s coming.”

“Oh… again?” I raised my brows at him, fed up with his ‘o’s’

He laughed softly and drew closer to me as I moved backwards.

“What are you doing?”

“Oh my,” came his grin as he snapped a finger behind my left ear and pulled out a coin.

“Whoa. How did you…?”

“Magic.” He raised the silver coin to my face.

“So now what? You’re a magician?”

He frowned at the sarcastic question I threw at him.

“I’m sorry.” I maintained myself again, remembering he was our guest.

“You are so pretty.” He complimented me.

I didn’t know what to say or how to react. Why is he being so nice to me? I thought really hard. And how come he knows about mum that much?

“You know, ever since you were little, your mum never let me close to you… even for once.”

I stared in shock. “I’m sorry, what?”

“She even shut me out of her life, and never even let me hold you for once.”

I stood dazed, not knowing what to say. What message is he trying to pass? What intentions does he have? “I-I’m sorry, b-but I should go. Mum will be waiting for me.” I made to leave, and he clasped my hand.

“Please don’t go. Stay with daddy, all right?”

“What?!” I shuddered and took my hand from him. “Can you please stop this nonsense? People are watching.”

I knew no one was paying attention to us, but I really wanted to leave this place – to get as faraway from him. Just who does he think he is giving himself the ‘Dad’ title?!

“Please, baby. Stay with me. Daddy has missed you so much.” He continued, getting me even more embarrassed.

“Can you please just let me go?” I looked at him with disgust, clasping my hand behind. “If you know what’ll be good for us both, you won’t bother throwing such nonsense in my face… ever again! Goodbye!”