Tempting The Bad Boy
Whenever dad has talked about high school before, the focus has always been on the sports he played or the classes he took; never once has he mentioned his friends.
"What did you do?" I ask him, expecting his answer to be something completely lame and boring.
"When I was 15, I dated the girl my best friend had a thing for, not because I liked her but because I enjoyed the power of taking something away from him," Dad admits, his voice carrying the weight of his remorse. "As if that wasn't bad enough, I then spent almost the entire relationship cheating on her until she dumped me."
"Fuck, dad!" I exclaim, floored by his confession. I really wasn't prepared to hear this, not from him. "Wait, t