Don't Stand So Close To Me

Breakfast that morning was awkward as hell. Yesterday my Mother told me she’d think of my punishment overnight and tell me tomorrow. So here I was, preparing for the worst.

“I’m taking your car away.” She finally said.

“Lucky for you I just talked to Mr. Iero and he said he’d be willing to drive you to school till you’re ungrounded. If he hadn’t offered, you’d be walking.” My Mother glared at me.

Mr. Iero? Mr. Iero is the one who fucking did this to me! I wanted to scream it so loud but I couldn’t will myself to. Didn’t she think it was even a little bad that a 28 year old guy would be spending this much time alone with her daughter?!

“Why are you taking my car away?” I said through a clenched jaw.

“Because I will not have my daughter running around having sex with boys! You’re just too young! You need to focus on school!” She scolded.

“What does that have to do with my car!? And if you wanted me to focus on school only then why force me to take guitar lessons?!” I cried.

“Do you think I’m stupid? I know you skipped chemistry to go see whatever b-boy it is you’re dating! I bet you drove to his house and he…g-gave you that!” She fumed.

“And there’s no way I’m letting you quit guitar! Mr. Iero is a good role model for you while you’re deciding to rebel, and that way you won’t be running around after school getting into trouble! He’ll keep an eye on you for me; we already talked about it.” She said.

“W-What? You already talked about it? I’m not his kid you guys can’t just go behind my back and conspire like that!” I screamed.

My Mother sat down as if to steady herself and sighed heavily.

“I know Lana. I know you’ve never had a father figure in your life, and it’s entirely my fault! I’m sorry for that. But Mr. Iero is looking out for you, remember that!” She tried to plead with me.

My jaw dropped.

“Are you sleeping with him?!? Is that what this is, Daddy Frank to the rescue?!” I screamed. If this were true, if he was screwing my Mom too I would tell her about everything. I clenched my chest; I didn’t want to think about him betraying me like that.

“WHAT?! Of course not Lana, that boy is half my age! I was just simply suggesting you had a male figure in your life. Like… like an older brother.” Her face turned extremely sad. I knew she felt guilty, but I didn’t want her to.

“Agh, I’m sorry Mom. It’s not your fault alright? I’ve never wanted a Dad anyway. I have always just wanted you to be happy though. I mean, you haven’t dated anyone in so long.” I frowned, reaching over and patting her back.

“Well, about that. Lana sweetie I’ve got something to tell you, I think you’re old enough now. But I want you to know no matter what I love you with all my heart and I only kept this secret because I cared about you.” My mom grasped my hands tightly.

Was she about to tell me that Frank was actually my dad? NO NO NO NO NO. He’s old, but not THAT old. He’d have to be 11 when I was conceived! Did my Mom have sex with an 11 year old boy?!? DID FRANK LIE ABOUT HIS AGE?

So many questions swarmed my brain as I prepared myself for the worst.

“It’s alright Mom, what do you have to tell me?” I forced an understanding smile on my face.

She took a deep breath in and out.

“I’m a lesbian. Your Dad never left you; he never existed. Well he exists, but he’s a sperm donor.” She winced as if she expected the worst reaction from me possible.

“Mom… why didn’t you just tell me? I’m not mad but why did you keep this a secret from me?” I sighed in relief. Sure, this was a little fucking weird, but I was prepared for much worse.

“I didn’t want you to have a terrible childhood. It’s not easy having a gay parent, so I made up this story about your Dad. Do you remember Auntie Laura? She helped me raise you before she died.” A single tear fell from my Mom’s eye.

“Of course I remember Auntie Laura. She was like a second mothe-“ My eyes widened.

“She was my lover. She didn’t want you to be tormented either, so she helped me keep our relationship a secret. But Lana, she loved you very much. After Laura passed away, I wanted to tell you so badly. But it was her dying wish that you never found out, so that you could live a happy life. But please, remember that you had another parent who loved you.” My mother began sobbing.

What the hell was happening?

“M-Mom. It’s alright, I just had no idea. You should’ve just told me.” I kept patting her back, I had no idea how to process this information.

“There’s one more thing I have to tell you.” My mother wiped her tears.

Fuck. What else could she possibly have to tell me?

“Mr. Iero is Laura’s son. She had him when she was 16 so she gave him to another couple she knew who couldn’t conceive children. 5 years later, when we’d gotten together, she wanted him back, so that we could have a child. Eventually we both realized it wasn’t for the best; we just let him stay with his adoptive parents. He’s the only little piece of her left on this Earth, so I’ve kept contact with him; hence we know each other pretty well. When I saw the opportunity for you two to be close, I took it. Laura would have wanted it, for her kids to be close.” My Mother smiled at the thought and I nearly fell over.

WHAT?

“Does Frank know?!” My jaw dropped.

“No! And you can’t tell him! He doesn’t know he’s adopted. And I have no idea who his real Father is so we really can’t be of much help to him. If his parent’s decide to tell him someday, then so be it. But it’s not our place to.” She said with a serious look on her face.

“O-Okay. “ Was all I managed to say.

So in a way, I almost fucked my stepbrother? Can I even call it stepbrother? Is there even a word for that? Soul brother?

Is that what that song soul sister is about?

“The anniversary of Laura’s death is next week. Why don’t you take Frank with you to the cemetery and leave her some flowers? That’d be nice right? You don’t have to tell him why he’s there.” My Mom’s eyes lit up.

I groaned, she didn’t even give me a choice. Now I had to drag Frank to a cemetery without being allowed to explain why?

I looked at my Mom, her eyes full of hope. She wanted this; it would help her grieving. I felt like I owed it to my late mother too.

“Alright. I’ll take him.” I frowned.

She jumped up and hugged me, squealing incisively.

“So you aren’t mad anymore? Can I have my car back?” My face lit up.

“Nice try kid you’re still grounded. Now go get ready for school.” She laughed.

“Oh come on, you just told me my Dad isn’t real and Auntie Laura was actually your lesbian lover. My life is a lie. Cut me some slack!” I pouted.

“I’m cutting you some slack by just taking your car away. Now GO.” She ordered.

“Fine. Could you tell Frank I can’t come to lessons today? I’ve got a detention.” I faked a frown.

Hah. I had time to think up my revenge.

“He’s driving you to school today, you can just tell him yourself.” She smiled.
I groaned and turned from her, now I had to sit in a car with him? Just great, he would find someway to torment me no doubt.

Before running upstairs I called to my Mom, “Hey have you seen my makeup bag anywhere?”

“No, sorry honey! and I left mine at Miss Trevor’s house.” She called back to me.

I stopped walking and raised an eyebrow, Miss Trevor?

“Mom, what were you doing at Miss Trevor’s house?” I walked back into the kitchen.

“Oh, uh. Nothing, did I say Miss Trevor? My bad. You misheard me.” She laughed nervously.

My jaw dropped for the gazillionth time today.

“YOU’RE SLEEPING WITH MY THIRD GRADE TEACHER?!” My eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

“Sorry, but yes. Now that you know I’m gay, I don’t see a reason to hide it anymore.” She shrugged.

I nearly gagged, “UGH. MOOOM. Just, don’t let me come home to find you guys making out or something. I’m still getting used to this.” I shook the idea from my head.

I really would never be able to get used to it.

I ran back upstairs, now there was a bigger problem at hand. I still had no makeup, and no makeup meant there was no way for me to cover up the gaping hickie on my neck.

And there was NO way I was going to school with this.

After looking for another 30 minutes I settled on just patching it up like I’d gotten hurt. I didn’t want to wear a scarf because it wasn’t cold out and I’d look like an idiot. I wouldn’t be able to wear a little one either because the hickie was just so fucking big.

I ran into the bathroom and grabbed one of the big Band-Aid’s. I did my best to apply it through the mirror and groaned in frustration when I realized the patch wasn’t big enough. I’d have to apply two.

I truly looked like an idiot, this was such an odd place to have patched up. You only ever saw this in movies, vampire movies.

I quickly got dressed; I used up all my time to get ready looking for the stupid makeup kit. It’s so odd for it to have gone missing, I never took it out of my room.

I settled on some short shorts today, it was hard to have any wardrobe malfunctions with these, and it was just the right amount of sexy to drive Frank nuts.

Call me crazy but the Laura revelation didn’t change anything for me, I still wanted my revenge.

When I finished getting ready I grabbed my book bag and went downstairs.

“Mom, is he coming over here or do I have to go over there?” I asked, hiding behind a table so she didn’t see my shorts.

“You’ll need to go over there. Have fun, stay out of trouble, and we’re going to talk about that hickie when I get home today. Don’t think you’re off the hook. Also, call me if Frank can’t pick you up after detention.” She reminded.

“Yeah, sure thing Mom ahaha.” I gave a nervous laugh before running out the door.

Safe! For now.

I walked down the street to Frank’s house, I’d actually never been before. When I made my way to the door, I brushed my fingers over the doorbell, hesitating to press it.

When I finally did, I waited for 5 minutes and no one answered.

This time I pressed it multiple times, the door opening on about the tenth.

He stood in the door way, nothing but a towel tied around his waist. His messy black hair dripping with water. Fuck, he looked good.

“Sorry, I was in the shower.” He smiled, opening the door wider so I could come in.

I stepped in, immediately taking in my surroundings. The structure was similar to my house, but bigger.

While I was distracted, a hand snaked around my waist, and I was pulled backwards.
Frank buried his face in the nape of my neck.

“I missed you.” He chuckled.

“You’re getting me wet let go!” I yelped as water dripped down my shirt.

“Mmmm.” He hummed. My face flushed red and I squirmed till I managed to break free from his grasp.

I quickly turned around so he couldn’t pull any more fast ones on me. My eyes almost immediately darted down to his towel, which was barely hanging off of his hips.

“What? You want a peak?” He laughed.

“NO!” I frantically averted my gaze.

“Are you sure? I’ll let you touch it.” He smirked.

“SHUT UP!” I turned away from him.

“Wait here kid. I’m going to get dressed.” He laughed once more before walking away.

I sighed in relief and took a seat on a nearby stool. I was not in the mood for any early morning tormenting.

I pulled out my phone while I waited, opening facebook and scrolling through my feed. I saw that my Mom updated her status.

Thanks to today, old wounds have started to heal. - feeling Blessed. ☺
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I smiled to myself and hit like. There was part of me that was slightly angry about finding out about all this just today, but I've always had a hard time getting sincerely angry at my Mom.

I just wished I could remember more about Laura. She died when I was maybe 6 from stage 4 lung cancer and had lived with me and my Mom up till then.

I remember she used to make me brownies every saturday. I felt my eyes get wet and I beckoned myself not to cry. Maybe there was a picture or something on my Mom's facebook that I could look at.

I only remember her big round hazel eyes. Just like Frank's.
I scrolled through my Mom's albums, stopping on one titled "In Loving Memory"

"Jackpot." I smiled, clicking the album and scrolling through the photos. She was more beautiful than I remembered. I stopped on one, it was a picture of her holding me as a baby.

I saved it to my photos and made it my screensaver.

"Thank you." I whispered, laying a gentle kiss on my phone screen.

"What are you doing?" Frank stood in front of me, fully dressed, with a raised eyebrow.

"N-Nothing!" I stumbled back suprised, tucking my phone back into my pocket.

"Were you texting someone?" His gaze narrowed.

"Yes!" I blurted.

He grumbled something and walked past me.
What was that about?

"Let's go." He said, opening the door for me.
I raised an eyebrow and started walking.
On my way out the door he reached his hand down and squeezed my ass.

"Nice shorts by the way." He snickered.

"STOP!" I ran towards his car blushing madly. Why couldn't he just keep his hands off me?

When we got in the car he stopped to look at my neck.

"Why did you cover it up?" He frowned.

"Why do you THINK I covered it up?! I'm not going to school like that!" I fumed.

He reached over and put his lips to my ear, "That's my mark on you. So everyone knows you're mine. Take that shit off." His voice was low and demanding.

He was so convincing that I actually did almost take it off, but then I snapped back to my senses.

"N-NO!" I refused, he simply glared at me.

"I can give you another one." He said.

"WHY? I will get out of this car right now Frank, I'm not playing!" My eyebrows furrowed.
Suddenly, I heard the car doors lock. That bastard.

"Say that you're mine then." He said seriously.

"No-"

"Say it. Or you get another one."

WHY WAS HE DOING THIS TO ME?

"I..I'm y-"

"Go on."

"I'm yours." I glared at him hatefully.

"Much better." He reached over and kissed my cheek.
I scowled at the dashboard, unwilling to look at him.

"Oh don't look so glum. That could have gone much worse." He said as he started the car, putting it in reverse.

"Whatever." I scoffed.

The first five minutes of the drive were silent, then I finally remembered the thing about my detention today.

"Hey so listen, I can't come to lessons today. I've got detention right after school." I said carefully.

"What time does it end?" He didn't look mad. Phew.

"5:00."

"Do you have a ride?" He asked.

"No. But I can ask my frien-"

"I'll pick you up." He said plainly.

"Thanks." I shrugged. There was an awkward silence again, I reached forward and turned the radio on.

"♫The smell of you in every single dream I dream
I knew when we collided you're the one I have decided
Who's one of my kind ♫" My eyes widened.

"♫ Hey soul sister, ain't that mister mister on th-" I turned the radio off immediately.

"You don't like that song? Most girls your age do." He chuckled.

"No." I grimaced. Because of my reference earlier, now every time I heard this song I would think of the fact that Frank is 'kind of sort of' my brother.

"Why? Too mainstream?" He raised an eyebrow.

"I just hate it. I mean what the fuck is it even about?" I scoffed.

"Fair enough." He said, staring at the road.

"Frank can I ask you something?" I turned to look at him.

"Fire away."

"Why do you like me?" I asked.

"I desire you. There's a difference." He replied.

"So, you don't like me?" I frowned. This caused him to start smirking.

"You're so cute."

"Answer the question." I glared.

"Lana, If I didn't like you, why would I even bother?" He kept his eyes on the road.

"I don't know. Maybe for the 'underage pussy'. Maybe you're just using me." I squinted my eyes at him.

"The what?" He laughed hard, causing the car to swerve for a second.

"Under-age pussy." I sounded the words out for him.

"Where did you even get that from?" He laughed harder, wiping a tear from his eye.

"I heard it in a rap song." I began to laugh a little too, it was pretty funny.

"Well I assure you that isn't it." He smiled. I left it at that, he'd told me what I wanted to know.

Before I knew it, we arrived at the school. I unbuckled my seatbelt as he parked the car.
"Lana." He stopped me from opening the door.

"What?" I turned to look at him.
He leaned forward and pressed his lips to my ear like he'd done before, I tensed up.

"I've got a quote for you, alright?" He whispered seductively. I simply nodded, frozen.

"Your naked body should only belong to those who fall in love with your naked soul." He smirked, kissing my ear once before pulling away.

Smooth fucker.

I got out of the car, looking forward so he couldn't see how red my face was.

"Lana!" My friend Danielle called, running over to me. I looked over to her in a complete daze.

"H-H-H-Hi." I stuttered out.

"What's wrong with you? Do you have a fever?" She raised an eyebrow and felt my forehead.

"N-No." I said, still completely aloof.

"Who's that cute guy you were with?" Her eyes grew wide with curiosity.

I snapped back to reality.
"Oh, he's just uhm, my neighbor?" I said nodding, as if unsure of myself.

"The guitar guy? Cool." She grinned.

"Yeah. I got my car taken away so he offered to drive me to school." I shrugged.

"OOooooh~" She cooed. I rolled my eyes at her and we began walking to our lockers.

"So, what happened to your neck? Did you get hurt?" She asked, changing the subject.

"Ah yeah. Just a scrape." I panicked, did it really stick out that badly?

"Huh. Strange place to scrape yourself." She giggled.

"Yeah, I know right." I laughed nervously.

"Oh! So, guess what?" She changed the subject again, I was seriously grateful for this girl's small attention span. She practically switched to a new thing every 5 seconds

"What?" I smiled.

"Do you remember my cute friend Lucas? WELLL, He asked for your number!" She exclaimed excitedly.

A cute boy asked for my number? This was a first.

"Did you give it to him?" I laughed.

"No! I wanted to ask you first." She batted her eyelashes.

"Alright well, let me think about it." I blushed. There's no harm in thinking about it.

"Well uh, think fast cause he's walking this way." My friend blurted, suddenly running in the other direction. I panicked immediately. That fucking traitor, she just left me standing there!

Lucas walked up to me and I frantically turned around, pretending to rearrange my locker.

"Hi Lana." He smiled.

"Oh H-Hi! It's been a while, how are you?" I said timidly.

"Fine. You look pretty today." He complimented. Hah, sure I did. I looked like a slut. Teenage boys are so predictable, I internally rolled my eyes.

"Thanks." I said.

"So, I saw your on the list for detention today. What did you do?" He raised an eyebrow.

"Skipped a class. And I would have gotten away with if it weren't for this asshole I know." I referred to Frank and his antics yesterday. I would have never gone back to the school if he hadn't made me think I was in trouble.

The bell rang at this point, cutting our conversation short. Thank god.

"I'll see you later. I've got detention today too." He winked, before turning around and walking away.

Awesome, and he'll probably want to sit next to me too.I rolled my eyes and walked into my first class.

The day passed by painfully slow, my teacher's gave me tons of homework cause they're all dicks.

To top it all off, the teacher assigned with detention today was none other than Mr. Way. The guy I flashed my underwear to yesterday.

I walked into the art room, attempting to go unnoticed by sitting in the back, unfortunately I was the first person to arrive.

"Hey, panties-girl." A voice called from the front of the classroom. I froze, slowly turning my head to see Mr. Way sitting at his desk. He smirked and waved.

"Panties-girl?" I snorted.

"Yeah. Looks like you got caught after all. That's a shame." He laughed at my luck.

"Well. Shit happens." I sighed, taking my seat and putting my book bag down.

"Sorry kid." He shrugged. Mr. Way didn't seem so bad now that I actually got a chance to talk to him. He didn't come off as the annoying judgmental teacher type, he had a certain youthfulness to him.

6 more kids had walked in by the time detention started, including Lucas who had undoubtedly chosen a seat next to me.

Mr. Way stood at the front of the class with a clipboard in hand.

"Alright I think that's all of you." He looked down to his clipboard, checking off names.
He then put it on his desk and looked back up to all of us, smiling.

"So here are the rules, no talking, no iPods, no phones blah blah blah. Quietly do your work until detention is over, raise your hand if you need to use the bathroom, and don't get up unless you're asked to." He said. The lot of us groaned.

"That's what I'm supposed to tell you, but since I don't really give a shit what you do or don't do you can talk amongst yourselves, listen to music, whatever, till 5. Just don't leave the room." He added, sitting back down in his desk.

Shit man. Why couldn't I have Mr. Way for ALL my classes?

I smiled, reaching into my pocket and pulling out my iPod. This detention wouldn't be so bad after all.

"So, what are you doing after this?" A voice next to me said, stopping me from putting in my headphones. Fuck. I forgot about Lucas.

"Oh uh, nothing. Going home." I shrugged. Dude go away so I can listen to music.

"Wanna chill then?" He grinned. Ugh...

"Not really." I shot him down.

"C'mon, don't be like that. It'll be fun. I've got a shit ton of weed."

Now that, struck some interest.

"Seriously?" I raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah. It's some good Samoan shit I got yesterday. You won't be disappointed, promise." He smirked.

"Would it be just us?" I entertained the idea.

"Yeah, if you want." His eyes lit up in anticipation.

"Mmm.. where would we smoke it?"

"I've got a van." His grin widened.

"And you'd take me home afterwards?" I asked seriously.

"Of course."

"Alright then, I'm in." I nodded.

"Sweet." He made a victory gesture.

I didn't like Lucas, but I'm never one to pass up some good weed. Besides, everybody becomes likable when you're high. Call me naïve but I don't think he'd try to make a move on me our first time hanging out either. I hope?

Now to figure out what I was going to tell Frank. I could just see it playing out.

'Hey sorry but I'm going to go smoke weed with this guy that likes me could I pass on that ride home?'

That was just not going to work.

Notes

HIYA, so wow, tons of things going on in this chapter! there was meant to be much more but I seem to have run out of time to write today and I wanted post at least what I had. There'll be a really tasty chapter up tomorrow, promise ;D THANKS SO MUCH FOR THE SUPPORT. when i woke up this morning it was like "12 new comments" and I nearly screamed. That's never happened before! THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOUUU *screams and hugs all of you*

What do you think of Lana's Mother's startling secret?

Also, is Lana making an irresponsible choice to smoke with Lucas? What's Frank gonna do?! He's made it clear she's his! Leave your comments below!

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