Alexis’s fathers POV
“Sit down, son.” I instructed, watching the teenager in front of me raise a dark eyebrow.
“Son? Thought I looked like a girl?” He countered, jokingly, a smirk on his face and I immediately knew the type of boy he was.
The look of mischief and humor in his eyes were enough to go by. He wanted me to give him a scouring reply; he enjoyed the challenge for authority; that much I could tell. And, that angered me to no end.
He was a gamer player and her, his pawn. I composed myself making sure to clasp my hands behind my back in a bid to restrain from punching him over my callous assumptions.
He watched me intently, a ghost of a smile on his face. Looking at him now, he didn’t look like a boy, not from what I could see. His eyes were shining with untold experience and I
