Love Unexpected

Edward liked U.Pitt, I felt like Nat and me would like it here! Nat was my childhood best friend, we met when I was six and her eight, at a gifted children program. At first we gravitated toward each other because they were the only two black kids in the class. Later, we became inseparable because both had complementary weird attitudes. We were so much alike that most of our lives both our families thought we would end up together, but if our parents had had any inkling of who we were really on the inside, I knew they would find the thought of me and Nathalie in a romantic relationship as absurd as we thought. Still I did not fault my parents and siblings for their skewed view of who I was, it will take time for my outside to catch up to my inside. At nineteen and a half, because I felt the half needed to be acknowledged, it was half a year closer to leaving my teens behind. God, I hated the fact that i was technically still a teenager. I hated that I was stuck with a baby face with little to no hope of ever growing a full beard. I hated that my genius brain and curious mind made me process the fact that I was a dom at thirteen, because I had the idiotic bright idea to hack the parental control on my iPad, and go down the b**m rabbit hole. I kind of blamed my sister for this unfortunate turn of events, had Celest not covered my ears when she said fifty shades of grey in a conversation with my brothers I was barely listening to, we wouldn't be here right now! I hated that society's boundaries on teenagers an s*x, as valid as they are even for me, imprisoned me in a cage of my own making. that didn't mean that I never slept with anyone, Damn did I yeet my virginity card in a hurry as soon as I hit fifteen with first girl friend. and then at sixteen with Greg from tinder. Greg was the one person I regret sleeping with, I wish my first time with a man had had more meaning and emotions involved then just me satisfying my curiosity and Greg revenge f*****g someone to spite his cheating boyfriend. Right now the bane of my existence was walking around this campus, with a mixed group of fellow students and parents. we were being lead around by a blonde girl who looked like she wanted the torture to end but was too polite to say so, because even from my standards this tour was taking too damn long. Some of the blatantly helicopter parents kept asking her questions that she clearly didn't know the answer to, I mean what in the world would a twenty something art major know about the safety of the build for a building older than her, or the rate of police patrolling or any of the various concern they brought up that left the poor girl stuttering for nonsensical answers in an effort to reassure those parents. They had been a this for four hours already! By the second hour mark the more impatient parents and student had started to roll their eyes and letting out faint sighs, by the third hour their group of thirty had started to dwindle 'til now, with only twelve people of which six were student, a couple of which the wife was the helicopter parent and had merged together with her other fellow four overprotective parents to form a cackle of worry lead forth by the only man of the group who seemed to be fueling this whole mess. The husband and son where groaning loud enough at each unnecessary question they could wake sleeping lions all the way back in Africa, the rest of the four student all female had also grouped together in shared embarrassment at their bearers' behavior. I would have left too but poor art major would have been left alone with this overwhelming group, and by the look of it she won't be able to get out of this weirdness alone, the only parent with some sense was going about dealing with this mess in a way that was making the cackle even more incensed in voicing their opinions. It left art major since Edward had already forgotten her name in-between, the two trying to calm things down and also distract them by showing them new sights that rose new worries which in turn reaped snide retorts from "exasperated husband" and "for f**k sake son". So four hours and a half into this disaster tour, I had enough, art major was close to tears, the girls were so embarrassed they had shrunk into themselves, and the group had amassed a snickering following. I slapped my hands together loudly and roared "people!" -okay, i said when every eye was on me, I understand letting your kids leave the nest is a worrisome process, but she! I stressed pointing at our guide, is a student not part of the administration, she's been kind enough to volunteer and show us around the campus, but we are almost five hours into this thing and this campus is only three blocks worth, that's not nearly big enough for four hours! This is a low crime area as I'm sure you already know as for the rest...He stared expectantly at art major, what did you say your name was dear? - Sacha. - could you point them to the student life building Sacha? - yes! She smiled, I thought she saw the end was near, we are actually there already it's the building right across the street! - thank you dear, I smiled approvingly at her and turned to stare at the cackle using a voice that offered no room for discussion, Nat called it my Daddy voice, in that building you will find reputable grown-ups that will be able to give you the reassurances you've been looking for in a barely out of her teens woman. When I was done with my softly worded reprimand, because I was raised by an African mother and knew better than to openly scold grown people as old as my parents, I looked at each one of the cackle members and was rewarded by the embarrassment creeping into their cheeks. Do you think you will be able to make it into the building by yourselves or would you like Sasha to walk you over? - we can make it by ourselves! el senior mouthpiece said giving me side eye and i narrowed my eyes, would we need to know the name of a department once we get there? -no it's a rather large building so the information desk is right by the door so they will direct you according to what you want to know. Sasha said the smile now no longer leaving her lips as she was positively giddy, I will leave you to it and welcome to the university of Pittsburgh! I'm going to get myself some lunch. She hurried away from the baffled cackle of Karens, but suddenly stopped and ran back toward me. Since the Karen cackle had moved a few feet towards the crossing light, when she reached me she threw her arms around me and said loudly enough to be heard by the Karen cackle. Thank you so much! I thought this damned tour was never going to end. I smiled at the smirk that graced her lips at the offended gasp from the cackle, and laughed out loud at the sight of her skipping away from me, Sasha was a brat! my head snapped to my left when I heard laughter, I stared at "exasperated husband" and "for f**k sake son" laughing like fishermen wives after someone threw a zinger. I lifted an eyebrow at them, and they at least had the sense to look regretful. -sorry about that son, but I get so aggravated with that sort of thing that I kind of loose my head too. exasperated husband patted my shoulder, you handled it beautifully, how about you let me buy you some lunch to thank you for the save back there? - you don't have to, sir. I responded politely - I want to son, I saw a chipotle a couple of blocks down on Forbes avenue I'm Mark by the way and this is my son Adam. he insisted, steering me down the street at the intersection between fifth and south bouquet avenue we went down south bouquet. -sure, nice to meet you both! I'm Edward -nice to meet you Edward! Mark said smiling -likewise Adam responded where are you from? -do you mean originally or where I live? -either or both if the answers are different? -I was born in the Congo but my parent won citizenship when I was five and now we live in L.A, how about you -originally from England, the parental unit emigrated here when I was twelve. I like how you handled the debacle back there, very authoritative, you must be older than you look! - And how old do I look, I smiled, jeez did I get this a lot, people always trying to explain my behavior with age since it didn't match what they saw. Mark seemed to be of the same mind with his son since he also looked expectantly at me awaiting my response. - no offense but you look eighteen or nineteen? - nineteen and a half would be right! - No! they both exclaimed turning quite a few heads, that can't be true -I'm afraid my birth certificate would say otherwise! -Are you really nineteen? Mark asked in a whisper, I guess he thought I had something to hide so to cut down the time I will have to spend convincing them that I was indeed a teenager, I pulled my wallet out of the back pocket of my jeans and pulled out my driver's license and showed it to him, Adam who had been walking to my right while his father was to my left crowded to his father in his haste to verify my teenager status. - bloody hell you really are nineteen! But how... he asked flabbergasted -I know it's been the bane of my existence waiting for the rest of me to catch up with my attitude and personality. I told them with a heavy sigh, I grabbed the door to chipotle and waved them inside, we got in line by the counter and I held my hand out for my license still clutched between Adam's hands. When he didn't move and the shocked face remained I touched my index and thumb to the card and applied some pressure. He released my card, which I promptly shoved back in my wallet. Mark on the other hand hadn't stopped frowning at me. -but like... the way you were back there...wait...I'm older then you by like a year! -okay? I didn't know where he was going with all his rambling but I don't think he knew either, by then we got to the front of the line and I pushed Adam to the counter so he would order some food and finally snap out of it, which worked. We got our food burritos for Adam and me, and a bowl for Mark, we ate and exchanged small talk between bites, Adam who inhaled his burrito and ships with a large coke leaned back in his chair waiting for his father and I to finish. We had polished off our plates and were working on our drinks when Adam excused himself and headed for the bathroom. The words that came out of Mark the minute his son was out of earshot shocked me so hard I chocked on my Fanta. -you're a dom? -what? I asked after I had regained the ability to speak, I mean Mark was the archetype of white vanilla middle age man, he looked to be in his early fifties if I was being generous, there was no way in hell I could have imagine those words coming out of his mouth, maybe people were right and I had no business being in the lifestyle so young, because I didn't get any b**m vibes from Mark, like at all! -I asked if you were a dom? -so I heard that right! I am, are you also in the lifestyle? -no, but my younger sister is, we are really close and you act the way her husband does. Aren't you too young to be active in that scene. - not in L.A I'm not -that can't be legal he said worried -it is, but you can only have any hands on experience when you turn eighteen, but I started going to the club when I was seventeen. -oh that does sound more reasonable, although barely! -that's the father in you talking, and I agree for someone like Adam it would be quite worrisome, but look at me, I asked using my daddy voice and stare, do not fixate on my age and tell me if you think there is anything to worry about. - no I don't think there is! he acknowledged and right there I wish more people would be as open minded as mark was and not fixate so hard on my youth, because it sucked hell bound balls that I was going to have to wait at least ten more years for the kind of relationship I wanted since apparently by society's standards you need grey hair for you to be Daddy dom material. Adam came back and that line of conversation stopped and chatted more about inconsequential babble before clearing the table and leaving. Adam and I had already exchanged phone numbers in the restaurant so we said our goodbyes by the door since we going in opposite directions, the were off to pick up cackle Karen whose ironically real name was Karen, and I was heading toward the bus stop so I could get to Giant.