Fallen Too Deep

(59) Dinner

It'll get better, I promise...hehe

Nathan

Dinner. I fucking agreed to dinner. Why? Because I wanted so badly for him to leave. Cooper taught me one thing: how to hate. I've always hated him, for as long as I can remember. Him showing up last night only fueled my hatred for him.

Every ounce of happiness I felt during the whole weekend seemed to completely melt away the second I saw him. I hated that he showed up in front of Sofia. I hated that he saw us together. I hated it all. I didn't want that part of my life around her, I wanted nothing more than to get rid of it all together.

"Nate." I ignored Isaac as I walked back to my room, clutching the towel around my waist as I grinded my teeth. I wasn't in the mood to listen to Isaac either. He'd tell me to go and hear him out. Or he'd tell me to cancel and tell him to fuck himself. There's one thing about Cooper: he's persistent as fuck. He wants me at dinner, I have to go to dinner.

I moved to close the door to my room, but Isaac was at the threshold, pressing his foot against the door.

"Not now, Isaac." I bit out, turning away.

"Yes, now. You don't have to go to this, ya know." I called it. I laughed, but there wasn't an ounce of humor in it.

"Yes I do." I said simply, taking the stupid suit out of the stupid plastic cover. Pressed and dry cleaned to perfection, just like Cooper prefers it. Just like how he insisted I wear it.

I wanted to rip the damn thing to shreds.

"You don't. You always have a choice, I'm trying to understand here, Nate. I really am." Of course you wouldn't understand. I'm doing it for you, you idiot. I bit my tongue. Isaac would never forgive himself if I told him why I endured Cooper all these years, and why I'm showing up to dinner tonight.

The only good thing I have to look forward to is, we're graduating in a few months. Cooper won't have anything to hold over my head after that.

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Cooper did have something to hold over my head. I underestimated the mother fucker.

When I showed up to dinner, I tried to keep it short. Told the waitress I wanted nothing to drink. Cooper ignored me, and ordered me a scotch. I didn't touch it. I made a vow to not drink. Even if I didn't, I'd never drink the same thing as him. I'd never do anything that would be similar to him, willingly.

"Alright, I showed up to dinner. What?" I leaned back in my chair. His eyes scanned my face as he took a sip of his scotch, his eyes falling on my untouched glass.

"Can't we just enjoy a drink together first? Father and son?" His brows raised. Mine arched and I lost my relaxed posture. I rested my hands on the table, the scowl on my face evident.

"No, we can't. Because I fucking hate you. Don't pretend like you've ever been an actual father to me." My voice sounded as emotionless as I felt. 

I'd rather be with Sofia right now. I'd rather have her under me, on top of me. Hell, even clothed. I loved just having her near me, I loved having her close enough to smell. She smelled so good, she tasted even better. I wanted to watch her nose scrunch, watch her bite her lip.

I was worried because of how emotionless I felt at this moment. I needed to hear her laugh, I needed to snap out of this. I wanted her to help me, I wanted to hold her.

"Fine." Cooper gritted his jaw. If I didn't know, I'd think I hit a nerve. Except, I did know better. I knew that Cooper didn't have a heart to hurt. "You wanna get down to business? That's fine with me. You're graduating in a few months." He noted.