Chapter 20- She Has Swimming Practice?

After school, I meet Brandon in the parking lot.

"Let's hang at my house for a while. I want you to meet my mom and sister," he says as I watch the other guys exit the school.

Justin watches me, and I tell him, "I'm heading to Brandon's place. I'll see you later."

I hop on my motorcycle while Brandon gets into his car, and I put on my helmet.

When I arrive at Brandon's house, another vehicle is parked there. Moments later, Brandon pulls up and says, "My mom is home; let's go inside."

He opens the front door, and we enter the kitchen where a slim woman in her late thirties, with dark brown hair and brown eyes like Brandon's, stands smiling.

"Brand, you're home, and you brought Ana! It's nice to meet you, Ana," she says.

"Nice to meet you too, Mrs...," I begin.

"Call me Kateline," she replies, then asks, "Who are your parents, dear?"

I freeze and finally say, "Mr. Alvin Montez and Gloria Montez."

She gasps, confusion crossing her face.

"Your mother... she was the one who killed my best friend four years ago?" she accuses, and though it's true, I'm taken aback.

Brandon interjects, "Mom, where's Brenda?"

"In her room," she replies, glancing at me before turning back to her chores.

As we head upstairs, Brandon apologizes. "I'm sorry about my mom. She just misses her best friend."

We reach a door covered in pink stickers opposite Brandon's room.

He opens it, revealing a room awash in pink—walls, posters, and sheets all in the color.

A girl about six, with dark brown hair like Kateline's, is playing on the bed with Barbie dolls, surrounded by stuffed animals.

"Hi, Bre," Brandon greets her.

She looks up with a smile, her dark blue eyes shining. "Brandon!" she exclaims, jumping off her bed to run to him.

"Who's she?" she asks, pointing at me.

"Hi there, I'm Ana. Nice to meet you," I respond with a smile.

After Brandon puts her down, he tells her, "I'm going into my room, Bre. Get ready; you have swimming practice in twenty minutes."

Swimming practice? With Brandon too?

"I want Ana to help me get ready, please!" she pleads.

He agrees and leaves the room, closing the door behind him.

"I want my Elsa bathing suit," she says, and I nod as I check her closet. Within three minutes, I find it, and she quickly changes.

We play with the dollhouse until Brandon is ready for Bre. I grab her small floaties, and we all head outside.

I sit under the umbrella, watching as Brandon takes her hand and leads her to the pool, which is three feet deep on one side. Bre, bubbling with confidence, giggles as she splashes water at him.

"Swim and show Ana how good you are," he encourages her, and she starts doing doggy paddles.

I laugh and clap, cheering her on as the swimming practice continues for about forty-five minutes.

Eventually, Kateline takes Brenda inside to shower and change. Brandon sits next to me and says, "Next time, both of us can have swimming practice with Bre." I nod, glancing at the clock; it's 3:30 PM. I wonder what the guys are up to.

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**Justin's POV**

After Ana leaves, I head home with Carlos and Jacob. My mom isn't home, but my dad is.

"Hey, Justin, can we talk privately?" he asks, taking me to his office while my friends go to the living room.

"I want you to run the business when you graduate business college," he says, sighing.

"Dad, I don't want to run the business; I want to be an engineer," I reply.

"I understand, but there's a New Year's Eve party coming up, and I want you to attend."

"Fine, but I want my friends to come," I say.

"I'll add them to the list," he confirms as I leave his office, realizing I really need a girlfriend.

In the living room, Jacob asks, "What's got you down?"

I shrug and leave the house to drive to Ana's place, hoping she's home. I knock on the door, and Trina, the blonde from last year, answers.

"How may I help you, handsome?" she teases.

"Is Ana here?" I ask.

She shakes her head, and someone inside asks, "Who is it, Trina?"

"Just some guy asking for Ana," she replies, before closing the door in my face.

How rude.

I drive to a club, flashing my fake ID to get in. The music is loud, with drunk people dancing around—most of them older than me.

After a few drinks, a blonde with green eyes approaches me. She's in a short skirt and a revealing top, definitely a few years older.

"Hi handsome, you look lonely. Want to have some fun?" she flirts. I take a sip of my drink and nod.

We head upstairs to one of the available rooms, and luckily we find one. I always keep condoms on hand just in case. The blonde and I kiss, and we strip each other down.

I reach for a condom before she gives me a blowjob while I pleasure her.

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**Four Hours Later**

When I get home, my parents are there. The boys texted me two hours ago saying they were leaving.

"So, Justin, where have you been? Ana came looking for you earlier," my mom says.

She did?

I mentally kick myself. I'm such an idiot.

"I was out, Mom. I'm back in one piece," I respond casually.

Dad chimes in, "I hope you used protection, son. I'm not ready to be a grandfather."

Mom slaps him and scolds, "Don't give him any ideas! What kind of advice is that?" Dad gives her a knowing look.

"Mom, I'm not innocent. I do hear you and Dad. Why didn't I soundproof my room?" I joke, making her blush while Dad just glances at me and whispers something to her, causing her to turn red.