The Not-Outcast by Tijan
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Ihit the house, and either unlucky or lucky for Chad, he was home.
My girl was at a strip club so my boy was going to hear some words from me. Going inside, Chad was in the kitchen and he froze, seeing me. “Hey.”
Then, he saw me, saw me and he unfroze. His back went to the counter, his hands beside him, and he nodded. “Okay. Let’s do this.”
“Your stepdad’s a piece of work.”
I dropped my bag, my keys, my wallet.
I was tired. I was grumpy. And I was still pissed about being pulled into Margo’s office.
Chad frowned. “Jon?”
I grunted. “Deek.”
“Deek? Deek’s not my stepdad anymore.”
“He was, and he’s a piece of shit.”
Chad’s frown just deepened. “I’m not following this conversation.”
He and I still hadn’t had it out from before, but this took priority.
So I told him. I told him everything.
Margo.
Me throwing him under the bus, which he snorted/laughed at.
Me going to Cheyenne’s and not getting into it with her because I was getting into it. And I ended it with Cassie, and Melanie showing up at Cheyenne’s, and Chad was grinning by the end.
“So, you throw me under the bus—”
“—because you’re an asswipe and you deserve it.” And he’d show up at the party anyway, and Margo would be gone by the time he did.
He inclined his head slowly at that one, “—and my Not-Sister—”
I’d shared with him how the girls referred to him, the Not-Brother. I hadn’t shared about the Nut-Brother.
“—goes to Sasha’s job to cheer up her friend?” His smile just widened. “I’m thinking you’re right.”
I frowned. “What?”
“You’re right. My mom’s a piece of work, something I’ve always known and never took into account, and you’re right about Deek. That was shitty what he did, and like a fucking bitch. And you’re also right about Cheyenne. I’m seeing that I’m going to have to get to know her because of you, but also, she seems kinda cool.”
Knots I hadn’t known in my shoulders just unclenched. “She’s fucking amazing.”
“Yeah. I’m starting to get that.” He was nodding, and suddenly his eyes closed, and his head fell down. “I’ve been an asshole.”
This talk was turning out easier than I thought. Chad was doing most of the work.
He kept on, “And I know you’re about to lay down some rules, but you don’t have to. I mean it. I get it. It’s uncool that I drop your name at Bresko’s as much as I do. And at Robbins, and at Hank Hamburgers, and well, at a ton of other places that you don’t know about and we should probably not get into that.”
Of course.
But I was now tired.
I was shaking my head. “I’ve missed you.”
“I’m a dick.”
“Yep.”
“I’ll work at not being a dick.”
“That’d be good.”
He waited a little bit, assessing me. “Can we talk about Sasha, because I’m all sorts of fucked up about her. She’s got my head spinning, and man.” He let out a breath, giving me a rueful look. “I don’t know if it’s morning or night and I’ve no clue how to handle this shit.”
I was even more tired now. All the shit that’d been building up was gone after this one conversation. Chad would work at not being a dick, and I got my best friend back in one go. Took fucking long enough.
“We got a game tomorrow.”
“Right.” He straightened from the counter, his hands falling down and he was looking around the kitchen.
“So, just one beer for me.”
His head popped back up. A wide smile spread over his face, and he nodded slowly. “Right. Just one.”
We shared a grin.
It was good to have my boy back.
