29. sting

                                    

                                          
CHAPTER TWENTY NINE
                          
STING
                          
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Should I do it?
                          
No, it's a bad idea. It's a really fucking bad idea.
                          
Fuck it.
                          
Kaspian pressed call, the shrill sound of the phone ringing in his ear making his head ache.
                          
"Hello?" The voice on the other end spoke. "Kaspian?"
                          
"Hey, uh..." Kaspian trailed off, unsure about what he should even say. He decided to wing it. "Hey. I just wanted tell you that I have some of—"
                          
Kaspian was stopped by his father clearing his throat, and saying, "Kaspian, actually, I'm a bit busy now. Can you call me later?"
                          
"Yeah, okay-" Kaspian began, but then realised that he shouldn't have to compromise shit for his dad, who was probably just fucking someone who was over ten years younger than him. "No, actually, I can't call you later. I have a bunch of K—"
                          
Kaspian's breath hitched, and he ran a hand down his face. Fuck. "Uh. Karina. Karina's things. I've had them for a while now, and there are some photos and shit of the two of you? I don't know— I thought that maybe you'd want them. For memories or whatever. I don't know."
                          
Kaspian genuinely had no fucking clue as to why he was doing this. He didn't know that Karina used to meet his dad regularly, he didn't know what kind of conversations they had, but the smile on Karina's face in the photos looked real enough to him. 
                          
He wasn't a father to Kaspian, but if he was one to Karina, then Kaspian didn't really have much to complain about.
                          
"Okay. We'll meet today, I'll come to the house after two," his dad stated, not waiting to listen to Kaspian's reply, before he ended the call.
                          
How the fuck do I get Mom out of the house for that long? Kaspian instantly thought to himself. It was a Sunday, meaning that she wouldn't be going anywhere, so he had to figure out a way to get her to leave.
                          
For a brief moment, Kaspian contemplated just telling her the truth. He knew that if he just told her the truth, it would work out a lot better in the end. But Kaspian also knew that his mom despised his dad, and he didn't want to put her through that.
                          
Hastily unlocking his phone, Kaspian shot a quick text to North.
                          
kasablanca -
yo North is your mom free today??
                          
North was quick to reply— they were quite literally always on their phone, so it wasn't much of a surprise.
                          
north (pole) -
"yo"🤭🤭
                          
north (pole) -
but um.. 😳 why
                          
Kaspian sighed, and typed out a short message to North.
                          
kasablanca -
can you call me, I can't explain over text (:
                          
kasablanca -
** ):
                          
The first thing North said when Kaspian picked up the phone was, "Kas, you sicko! My mom? Really?"
                          
Rolling his eyes, Kaspian got up from his bed, walking around the room as he began to speak.
                          
"No, shut up. Hear me out, yeah? So, I need to meet my dad today, yeah? And he said that he's coming home, for some reason, so I need to get Mom out of the house for a bit, because I can't have her knowing that he's coming home. If your mom could just spend some time with her, they can go and watch a movie or something, I don't fucking know. But I just don't think she should be in the house when he's here," Kaspian explained quickly.