Chapter 2 Keith

• "There'd be a church service tomorrow, I want the two of you to be there." My dad said cleaning his hand with a napkin after dinner.
• "I don't think I'd make it," Jude pronounced and Dad shot him a look.
• "Why? What's more important than serving God?" Dad fired at him.
• "Nothing is more important than serving God," Jude replied. "But Dad, you know I've got an interview with Bishop magazines," Jude spoke.
• "You do wanna work there?" I asked surprised at his words and he rolled his eyes at me.
• "Postpone it." Dad stood up.
• "But that's not possible Dad," Jude argued.
• "Then will you prefer going to the interview than performing your duty in the church as the first son of a Deacon?" My dad asked rhetorically and Jude couldn't say a word. "Take a look at Keith, he's more responsible and active both in church and the school. I suggest you start taking the footsteps of your brother." With that, he walked away.
• "Bro," I called and Jude raised his eyes sharply at me as if I had always been the rival he would never overcome right from birth. "Things don't work this way," I say taking a cup of juice.
• "Says the responsible son of Mr. Schuler." He scorned.
• "I'm not as daft as you are," I said with a fake smile putting the glass to my lips and I watched my stepbrother's gaze tighten at me.
• I sip the juice from the cup before dropping it back on the table. "Even if I was as daft as you are, I'd still be the face of this family," I said rising on my feet and Jude sighed offensively.
• "I'm better than you. You know that? At least I don't act ungodly behind closed doors." He returned and I scoffed.
• "Having many people crush on me and going to parties is sinful now?" I asked widening my eyes as though I was about to burst into a peal of uncontrollable laughter. "I think you've gotta go back to Sunday school," I mentioned walking out of the dining room, and I would bet he was glaring at me.
• I and my stepbrother have never been on good terms since when his mother placed him on the porch of our house, years ago.
• Dad had impregnated his mother but lost touch with her when he relocated to London and had even tried finding her but couldn't.
• Having no idea that she was carrying my crazy stepbrother, he married my mother and when I was born, five years later the woman appeared with Jude and decided not to ruin dad's marriage so she had to move out of England.
• I entered my bedroom and my eyes met with my beautiful mother's picture hanging at the top of the wall where my bed was placed.
• Even after my mum's death, Jude's mother didn't come back, and dad has been the one who brought us up since ten.
• The ringing of my phone distracted me and I guessed it was one of the girls who collected my number from any of my friends.
• "Keith speaking," I called over to the phone as I walked to sit on the bed.
• "Hello, Keith. This is Brianna." The lady on the phone was introduced. "We met during one of your football matches," Brianna added and I smiled.
• "Oh, really, I had no idea I forgot to ask for such a beautiful girl's phone number." I teased just as I usually do with every lady that falls for my looks.
• I could hear Brianna grinning, probably blushing. "It's not too late for us to meet up, is it?" Brianna asked from the phone as I unworn my footwear and socks.
• "Huh, I will see if I'm chanced to meet up with your beautiful face." I teased again finally laying on the bed.
• "Please get back to me. I'd be expecting. See you in school tomorrow." She bade as if breathlessly speaking.
• "School? You attend St. Penelope's college?" I asked surprised that I didn't even know she was a student in our school.
• "Of course." She replied and I guessed it was because ladies crushing on me so much that I couldn't even keep track of them and I ended up disappointing them whenever they asked me to date them because most of them were just after my looks, but that doesn't mean I didn't like catching fun with them.
• If I were to start dating them all, I was sure my dad's school would be turned into a battleground for the ladies and even guys might end up setting me up out of jealousy. Especially Jude who wouldn't even get a proposal from a lady.
• Is he gay? I wondered because he mostly hangs out with guys, and all of his friends never have a girlfriend.
• Probably they are practicing some homosexual cult.
• At the thought of that, I squint my face in disgust and hope their covers are soon blown.
• "Are you there?" Brianna who had said we would meet in school tomorrow hasn't even hung up.
• "Yes, sweetheart." I sweet-talk her and her grins were offensive. Well, I was used to it. "Let's meet tomorrow." With this, I hung up.
• I breathed out closing my eyes.
• Monday soon came in a whirlwind, and I was downstairs already having breakfast with Jude who doesn't look like he's interested in going to school for that day.
• When I finished breakfast, I walked to the kitchen which led to the living room and I carried my backpack from the couch calling out to Jude. "Bro! Be quick, or else you're trekking." I shouted and walked out of our pretty big English house.
• I hopped in the car and put my backpack beside me, before bringing out my phone and scrolling to the internet.
• Jude soon arrived, and he sat beside me while our driver drove us off to school.
• I was still on the internet when the driver announced our arrival and I tuck it back into my pocket.
• Jude alighted from the car getting no ' aww. But when I did, my fans, I meant ladies began awwing excitedly at me, anyone who recently started attending St. Penelope's College will think some celebrity just arrived.
• "What's up, pal." I shook hands with Darren and then with my two other friends as I got closer to them in the classroom.
• "Brianna contacted you yet?" Billy asked.
• "You need to start paying me for getting pretty girls to talk to you." I teased and they laughed.
• "I hope when you finish dumping her, you've gotta advise her that there's someone who's the right man for her," Darren said.
• "Come on, don't use that word. I don't dump any ladies." I say feigning an innocent look as I walk to my seat after seeing a professor walk to our class.
• I had my seat and glanced at the chair beside me but it was empty, and I wondered why the innocent quiet guy who always gets me annoyed with his attitude was not in school yet.