Royal’s POV
We were all awkwardly sitting around the couch in silence. We had finished eating and cleaning up a while ago, so now there was nothing to occupy us. At this point Cash and I should probably get a better way of going about sex, so we don’t get caught, but in the moment who the fuck cares. Jo and their family was here, so they kept wiggling their eyebrows at me, but what made it worse was Cash’s grandparents staring holes into me. So, much for first impressions.
“So… how was school?”
I knew Natasha was trying to break the tension, but it was waaay too awkward and fuck my ass was on fire.
“Fine,” Cash squeezed my arm, “some kids were being complete…”
“Bitches?” I filled in finally looking up from my phone still avoiding looking at two people in particular.
“Sure, about our relationship and everything, but it probably won’t happen again.”
“Why do you say that?” Jason was suddenly very interested in conversation. Apparently he knew about his son’s fighting habit.
“Umm-“
“Cash beat the kids ass, who I presume called me a fag or something, I couldn’t hear, but he only got upset after the kid looked at me, and then tongue fucked my mouth in front of him.”
“Maybe he called you hot and Cashy here got jealous.”
I gasped and got a cheeky smile on my face before I realized Cash looked upset, so I dropped it, “maybe. Anyways after school we went shopping for the camping trip and then we came here to watch a movie.”
“And fuck?” Jo mumbled I kicked them the best I could from my spot my face turning red.
My phone rang suddenly and I looked at it ‘Coach Bossy‘. He’s literally been bothering me all night.
“Fuck this,” I stood up, “thank you for your hospitality I got to go,” I leaned down and kissed Cash, “see you tomorrow.”
He stood up, “your not going stay the night?”
I looked at my cast and shook my head, “not tonight, babe. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
I went outside and went over to my house? Ex-house? I don’t know. I got into my car and started to pull away as quietly as possible. I know if Cash catches me he’d ask where I’m going, why am I driving with my arm, and if he wants me to drive and honestly I didn’t want him to know anything. I love him and despite what my TÃo said I think he loves me, but the Royal that he knows and loves is crumbling all around.
I know I sped and was definitely breaking almost every driving law there was, but I was pissed off and on pain, so who the fuck cared.
I arrived at Coach Black’s door and banged on it full force with my good arm. Mrs. Black opened the door, “what the actual fuck?!”
“Come inside and calm down, Royal. You’re getting wet.” Only then did I realize I was standing in down pouring rain.
I stepped inside and my clothes and hair stuck to my body, but I didn’t calm down, “I know you think that you’re in charge of me, but you’re just another fucking nuisance in my way. I don’t need you to take care of me and I don’t need you to watch my every step just let me live my life how it was before you PEOPLE got my father FUCKING ARRESTED!”
I didn’t realize I was screaming or getting into her face until Coach Black came into the room, “HAWKSON! Back down.”
I looked at him and took a step back, “why did you call me?”
“We need to talk, kid.”
“Really, because I don’t think so.” I was about to take a step out, but Marcus blocked my way. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me. Move.”
“No, look if you don’t hear us out and calm down I’ll have no choice, but to call Cash who I know for a fact you don’t to find out that you’re ‘poor’ now.”
“I’m still a billionaire.”
“Wait- I thought- you’re a billionaire? Like a millionaire, but with a B?!”
“Yeah?”
“Royal, sweetheart, go get into dry clothes we’ll talk afterwards.”
I looked between them all for a second before going up the stairs next to the doorway. I didn’t actually know where I was going so once I got upstairs I faltered for a second before Marcus came up and passed me. Without either of us saying anything he brought me to a room which had all of my bags, well as many as could fit, on half of the room. A few extended into the other half which I assumed wasn’t mine.
“We have to share of fucking room?”
“Look, dude, I ain’t happy about it either, but it is what it is.”
“Whatever?” I started looking around my boxes trying to figure out what was where. We were just there in awkward silence waiting for one of us to speak up, “I didn’t mean to get all up in your moms face I didn’t really notice I was doing it until Couch yelled at me. In my family it’s more normal to get into each other’s face.”
“I know. I’m not pissed at you.”
“Thanks for not telling Cash. It’s just… a lot… and I don’t want to put that on him when I’m still figuring it out.”
“Look, dude,” he sat up, “it’s fine to have things you want to keep to yourself and I understand why you would want to keep this to yourself, but I want you to know Cash isn’t shallow and he wouldn’t dump you over something like this.”
“I know.”
“Ok,” he laid back down.
I started to head for the bathroom that I saw earlier to get changed when he spoke up again, “oh, and I’d try to cover up that limp if I were you. If mom notices you better know her first thought won’t be that you got your back blown out.”
I threw the closet soft object to me at him and went to get changed. It was already nearly 11 pm and I could tell this was going to be a long night.
I was sitting in front of both of the Blacks just kind of waiting for them to speak up, “Royal, we need to set some ground rules here,” Mrs. Black finally spoke up.
“Great, I’ll start. One, don’t fucking pretend you’re in charge of me cause you’re not. Two, I won’t be coming home most nights. Three, if you call me more than 3 I’ll block you. Four, if you call me and I pick up and it’s for a stupid reason I’ll block you. Five, if you call Cash for me I’ll block you on his phone. Six, if anyone touches my shit I’ll call the cops. Seven, if I don’t want to talk to you I won’t so don’t bother. Eight, if I want to curse I will so don’t bother. Nine, if you address any of this in school I’ll ignore you and then rub your names all through the fucking dirt. And ten, most important in my opinion, if you tell Cash I will fucking end you,” I smiled, “anything to add.”
“Hawkson,” Coach addressed me this time, “that’s not how this is going to work. Like it or not we are your legal guardians, so just let us take care of you. Treat us like you treat your own parents, you know, before everything.”
I looked at him confused, “I’m treating you better than my own family?”
“Umm-“
“Royal, we’re going to give you the same opportunities and stuff we give our own kids, but you have to listen to us.”
“Do I really, though?”
“I think that maybe you should be adjusted into the real world. Do things a normal teenager would.”
“Like what?”
“Have you ever thought about getting a job?”
“I’ve had a job before.”
“Really,” Coach sounded unconvinced.
“Yeah, when I was 8 I had a lemonade stand.”
“That’s normal enough?”
I sighed remembering back then, “I made my first $100,000 that night.”
“Ok, ok, that. That’s not normal this is what we’re trying to say. You’ve lived without rules and real experiences your entire life and it’s obviously affected you growing up,” I looked at him for a moment before standing up.
“You know what I’ve got a headache and I’ve got to mentally prepare for camping, so if you excuse I’m going to bed,”with that I walked out, being done with the conversation, but not before I heard them talking.
“Poor kid. What are we going to do with him?”
“I don’t know, honey, but I promised myself I would take care of him, so I will.”
With that I went to bed.
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