Mr. Popular and Me

Chapter 12

Evan's POV

I woke up on Monday in a much better mood than I have been lately. I don't know why though, maybe it was because I had fun yesterday?

No, impossible. I mean, I've had fun before with my parents. And why in the world did I kiss Waeland last night? I know it was a small kiss, but I just wanted to bury myself earlier for kissing him, and now I'm doing it willingly?

What has become of me?

I shrugged away my thoughts and got up and went to take a shower. When I got there though, the water was already running. I guess my dad's taking a shower right now. I'll go make breakfast then. I thought as I made my way downstairs to make something to eat.

I stopped as soon as a heard a knock on the door though. I swear if that's Waeland-

"Hello, Evan." My mother chirped as I opened the door, and for the first time ever, I kind of wished it was Waeland at the door. "Can I come in? Is your father home?"

She asked and I shook my head at her, "No, you can't come in. And yes, Dad is here. Which is exactly why you can't come in. He's just starting to get better from... The breakup. So please, leave." I said, even though a small part of me did want to talk to her, here was not the place because of my dad.

"Better? Honey, I can still see his beer bottles," she said as she nodded to the beer bottles on the coffee table. Damn, I didn't notice those.

I sighed, "Mom, can we talk somewhere else? I really don't want Dad to see you." I told her, slightly pleading. I don't want my dad to have a mental break down... Again.

"Alright, how about we meet at the coffee shop on seventy-first street?" She asked and I nodded quickly in response to get her out of here.

"Yeah sure, bye," I said as I started to shut the door.

"Meet me after school at four!" She called to me through the door before heading to her car. I sighed with relief as I watched her leave. I'm glad my dad didn't see her.

"Was that your mother's car that just passed?" My father asked and I tensed slightly.

"No, why would you think that?" I asked as I walked back into the kitchen to finish making the breakfast that I had already started making.

He shrugged and sat at the kitchen table. "No reason... So, how was your date yesterday?" My dad said as he wiggled his eyebrows at me and I just rolled my eyes.

"It was fine, Dad," I said, pouring the scrambled eggs into the pan.

"Fine? Oh, c'mon son, I need more details than that. It was your first date, after all, go on, tell me." My dad said as he set down the newspaper that he wasn't really reading.

"Dad, aren't you supposed to be a dad? I thought only girls wanted to know about stuff like that." I sighed. I do not want to talk about my date... With another guy, to my dad.

He just shrugged, "Well, I'm always here if you want to talk to me about it. But, seeing your mood today, I'm assuming that I'll be seeing Waeland around here more often?" He asked and I thought for a moment.

"Maybe."

"This is great! My son actually has a friend! Or is it more than that," his voice lowered as he teased me.

I shook my head and grabbed my breakfast. "I'm eating upstairs, bye," I said as I scampered away from my dad.

"Hey, don't leave! I was just teasing!" He called from downstairs.

"I know, but I need to get ready for school!" I called back. "And I need to get away from your craziness," I added under my breath as I began to get ready for school.

The moment I entered the school a small blonde girl came running up to me. I kind of recognize her, where have I seen her?

"Hey, Evan!" The girl spoke and I immediately recognized her high-pitched squeal. The leader of the she-wolves. Samantha. "How come you didn't call or text me? I gave you my number." She said with a pout on her face. For some reason, I find Waeland's pout much cuter.

"I don't text or call people. That's why." I said as I made my way past her and to my locker.

"Awe, at the party you weren't this mean. I guess that infamous attitude of yours only dropped for one night." She said as she skipped behind me. I sighed and shook my head.

"I only acted like that because I was drunk, and I was drunk thanks to you," I said as I put my locker combination in and put my backpack inside.

"You could have said no," she said with a shrug. "It's not like I forced the stuff down your throat. Besides, it let to you and Waeland kissing, which in turn led to your date." Samantha concluded as she wiggled her eyebrows.

What?! Does she know about that? Did Waeland tell her? Does everyone know now?

"How did you find out about that? Is Waeland telling the whole school now?" I ask I don't really care if everyone knows, I just don't want to be the center of attention. Ever.

"Relax, Evan. As far as I know, I'm the only one who knows. Waeland only told me cause he trusts me. I'm his best friend. I mean, I've known about him being gay since the third grade and no one else knows yet, well other than you. So I can keep a secret." She said with a smug grin on her face. Guess she feels pretty lucky to be Mr. Popular's best friend.

"Good, and don't tell anyone, I don't feel like being bombarded with questions or get glares from jealous girls. Not that I really care, it'll just be annoying to deal with." I told her and she nodded.

"Understandable, but, I only keep secrets for my friends. Meaning, you're my friend if I have to keep this secret." Samantha piped, with a big smile on her doll looking face.

Great, being blackmailed into friendship. No wonder she's best friends with Waeland, they're practically twins. "Fine, whatever," I mumbled, as I walked away towards my class.

"Don't forget to text me later! I'll be waiting!" She called out to me before giggling and skipping away. I sighed, why must all the crazy people bother me? Or anyone for that matter.

Surprisingly, Waeland was quiet and didn't say much to me today. He still made some of his stupid comments, but nothing more than that. Which makes me suspicious. The last time he was quiet was after he said something to Garret that made him say that he bullied me. I think he's up to something. Or hiding something. Either way, it makes me a little uneasy. I don't know why, but it does. Maybe I should ask about it later? No, it's not like I really care.

Well, maybe a little. But that's not really important right now. I should be wondering what my mom wants to talk about. We haven't spoken in almost two years and she just suddenly pops up at my doorstep wanting to talk over coffee.

Honestly, I don't think there's much that we need to talk about. Unless she's getting married or something. But would she do that? Well, it has been four years since she left. And she did leave my father and I, so why wouldn't she re-marry? Most likely, but I hope that's not what she wants to talk about.

As soon as school ended, Waeland came up to me.

"Would you like to go out for some pizza? I'm starving." He asked with a small grin on his face.

"Not today, ask one of your other friends," I said as I walked past him.

"Aww, why are you being so cold after our date? I thought you said you had fun and that I don't have to leave you alone?" Waeland whined as he followed me anyway.

"I didn't say leave me alone, but I have somewhere to go," I told him as I kept walking, fixing my backpack on my shoulder. I brought too many books home. Not that it's heavy, just makes my shoulders ache.

"Where are you going? Can I come to?" He asked with curiosity in his voice as he looked at me a bit skeptically.

"I'm going to talk to my mom. Not that it's any of your business, and no, you can't come. Goodbye, Waeland." I said and he seemed to tense a bit at the mention of my mom. I wonder why... It's not like he knows her.

"Oh, sorry. Will you at least call me afterward? I want to talk to you." Waeland said as he seemed to relax a bit.

"Yeah, I guess. I already have to talk to Samantha, too." I said with a small sigh. I really do miss not talking to anyone, it was a lot more simple and easy.

Waeland chuckled, "Alright, talk to you later. As long as Samantha doesn't distract you for hours." I gave him a confused look but he just walked away.

Well, I should be going to meet my mom anyway. I don't want to get home much later than Dad. I thought as I walked to the coffee shop that I can't remember the name of. Starbucks maybe? I don't know. I don't ever go there.

As I walked in my mother greeted me with a wave and I walked over to her and sat down. "What do you want to talk about?" I asked, wanting to get to the point right away.

"Would you like coffee?" She asked and I shook my head.

"That's not what you want to talk about, is it?" I say as I look at my mom.

"No, just wondering. I know you like to get right down to the point so let me just tell you... I'm getting married." My mother said and I just sighed a bit. I was hoping this wasn't what she wanted to talk about, but I guess if that's what she wants to do then I can't complain or stop her.

"Okay," I say and she has a sudden look as if she's taken aback.

"'Okay'? That's it? I thought you would have been angry or upset." She said and I just shrugged.

"It's your life, Mom. You can do what you want. Even if I don't want you to get re-married, it's not up to me." I tell her and she began to smile again.

"Thank you, Evan. I know we haven't talked all that much since... Your father and I... But I'm hoping we can start talking again. I mean, your friend Waeland is going to be my step-son, so I'm sure we'll be seeing a lot more of each other." Once she finished speaking I froze for a moment.

What? Waeland? The guy I kissed? The guy I went on a date with? Is he going to be my stepbrother? Couldn't have been anyone else?

"Are you alright? You look a little worried." She asked with a look of slight concern. I'm sure she doesn't actually mean it though. She never really cared about me and my father.

"Yeah... I'm fine..." I said, kind of lost in my own thoughts.

"Waeland told me he likes you." She said and I snapped back out of my own world.

"Huh?"

"I know Waleand likes you and I know you two went on a date to the amusement park rather than him taking his friends. And, I don't mind. I don't know what Stephan will think... Waeland's father, but I won't say anything to him about it. He can be... Uptight at times and I don't want him to be upset. But if you two want to keep seeing each other like... That, I don't have a problem with it." She finished with a smile and I became confused.

"What do you 'like that'? It's not like Waeland and I are dating, it was just one date." I said. Does Waeland think because I agreed to one date with him we're a couple now? I hope not. Cause we aren't. Yeah, I had fun and all... But I don't want to be his boyfriend. Yet anyways... Or at all.

"Well, to me it seemed like you were. But if not that's fine too. Either way, I don't mind, but.." She trailed off a bit as she checked the time. "Your father should be home at any moment, right? You should get going, I know you don't want to upset him if he found out you were with me." My mom said with a small smile that almost looked kind of sad.

"Yeah... I should get going... Thank you for telling me this." I said as I stood up.

"Oh! Wait, here," she stopped me as she offered me an envelope. "It's an invitation to the wedding... If you want to go."

I kind of hesitantly took the invitation as I thanked her. "Thanks, I'll think about going. I won't tell Dad though."

"I understand, thanks, also, will you think about talking to me more Evan? Please?" My mother asked with a small plead.

"Yeah, I'll think about it. Bye, Mom," I told her with a small wave as I left the coffee shop and headed back home.

I have a lot to think about.