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It's Sunday.

I grumbled before sitting up in my bed, grabbing my phone from the nightstand, I scrolled through the device for a bit before finally heading to the shower to get ready. This was routine, every Sunday I'd get dressed in the nicest clothes I own and greet old, rich people i didn't even know.

Being a priests son is never enjoyable, everyone is always keeping an eye on you. If I even slip up once my fathers little bitches will be sure to inform him.

In their mind if they kissed his ass enough he'll do them a favor, they were wrong of course.

My father is nothing but trash, he's a disgusting man.

I grabbed my neatly folded clothes from my closet, i imagine you could guess what I was wearing, normal church attire of course.

My eyebrows raised at the small piece of paper that fell from my pockets, must've got caught in the wash. I unfolded it, scoffing at the phone number written neatly on it. right, that girl.

My parents always loved to attempt to set me up with some random guys daughter at church, if only they had known I would much rather look a mans son rather than a pathetic daughter, it never hurts to admit that women are beautiful though. That i can't deny.

I smiled at the black attire.

"Oh, you're ready" my mother beamed as i walked down the stairs. She wasn't much of a mother, i'd rather call her by her name than a title that she doesn't deserve.

I just nodded my head at the lady, my father looked up from his newspaper with an eyebrow raised. "Speak." He said simply.

"Yes mom I'm up." I spoke, I wasn't looking at her though, no no no I was looking at him.

He began sitting up slightly signaling I had gotten him angry already, I smiled slightly at the man.

"how about we get going, it's about that time" somi said laughing nervously I nodded with that same smile and headed to the car before both of them.

I sat in the backseat of the overly fancy vehicle, my parents got in it soon after.

"An old friend of mine is visiting the church, he has a son I hope you'll get along well. No you will get along well." My father stated, he didn't spare me one look.

I knew that it was more of a warning than anything. I nodded my head and looked out of the car window.

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