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"Hey girl!" I yell for Eileen, seeing as she just ignores my car honks and keeps talking to her 'friends'. I wonder why four year olds even have friends.

My call for her seems to finally get her attention as she waves them off and starts to skip towards the car.

"Hey jerk." She greets.

"Hey Jerk's daughter." I smirk and open the door for her, leaning over from my driver seat. She hops in and I help her with her seat belt before setting the car to drive and pulling out of the elementary school.

"Never ever keep me waiting again." I state,trying to sound as commanding a normal father would.

"You can just zoom off next time." She says and makes farting sounds with her mouth.

"You remind me of a jerk I met in school today." I tell her and from the rear view mirror, I see her frown.

"Are you calling me a jerk?"

"What? No . . . Well yeah but you are four, it's normal for you to be a jerk only this one is a bigger jerk, so Childish and dumb." I describe Faith to her.

"Don't care. Did you do anything stupid even when I told you not to?" she asks.

I smile. She does remind me of my mom a lot and maybe her mom too. Always looking out for me, sometimes I forget she's four years old. I really don't know what I'd do if I didn't have her by my side.

"Maybe." I say,realizing I haven't exactly answered her. She sighs and shakes her head. We maintain the silence for at least five minutes before she starts to talk again.

"Daddy?"

"Yeah?" Everytime she calls me that, it makes me feel like I have a great responsibility and I don't know, it always makes me uncomfortable.

"Why do I have curly hair?" she asks. Sometimes,she asks the dumbest things. But then she's four,what can I expect?

"Uh. . .Coz you were born that way?" I reply and stop the car as the traffic light turns red.

"I see." She nods. "How come you don't have curly hair?"

"I'm not dark skinned, I guess it's my nature to have straight hair." I shrug.

"Does that make me dark skinned?" she raises an eyebrow.

"Not exactly I guess. You're mixed so I guess you get to have curly hair because of your mom." I tell her. I suppose that's the answer anyways,I don't really put much thoughts to it, I doubt if anybody even does.

"What was she like?" She asks in a soft whisper.

"I don't know, I don't remember." I tell her, not exactly lying. I basically know nothing about Fiona. I got drunk and laid forcefully on my birthday by a lady four years older.

I guess she hadn't figured I was fourteen at the time especially since I was tall. We started dating because of that night and a few months later, she came with the pregnancy reports.

I remember my mom crying her life out because of the report. When she had her baby. . .Our baby, she brought her in a basket to our doorstep with a note saying she'd evaded or some sort of shit like that.

Thanks to my rich background, we could take care of my girl and as soon as I turned eighteen, I got an apartment just right for my daughter and I. She's all mine and that's how it always will be.

The car behind me honks and snaps me out of my thoughts. I set the car to drive and zoom off.

All my friends know Eileen to be my little step sister that moved in with me because she wants to spend the last days with me before I move to college. They are bound to find out someday that she's my daughter, I'm not ready for that just yet.

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What's up dude?" I call into the phone as I crack the eggs for dinner into a bowl, setting the phone between my ear and shoulder.

"Sam just called and said her older brother wants to throw a pool party. She's inviting us all, she said it's going to be grand. All of Travis's friends would be there too." Hunter chirps in my ear.

"Oh. . .Er, what time?" I call back.

"10:30 p.m. There's gonna be girls to bang!" he answers in excitement. This is the kind of stuff that gets the boys going crazy.

I nod. I can't turn down an invite, never. It's our code. No matter what the issue might be, all populars have to be at every single famous party.

"Eileen!" I call for her. She ignores me of course and keeps watching the cartoon she's so obsessed with, stuffing herself with handfuls of popcorn.

"Get over here!" I yell again and she groans before trotting over to the kitchen. Finally.

"Okay. I'll be going out tonight for a party. . ." I start to say.

"Ooh. . .Can I come?" she beams, cutting me off.

"As always, no. I'll call that weird babysitting venture and see if they can send someone for tonight." I say and pour the egg mix into the frying pan.

"And if they can't?" she shoots her bottom lip out, giving me those cute puppy eyes.

"Then I'll drop you off at Mom and Dad's. " I chuckle. She climbs off the chair she was standing on and scoffs, "Go away, you look like a horse."

I shake my head and proceed to dialing the babysitters. The phone conversation doesn't last two minutes as always.

"Okay, they'll send someone in an hour. Now remember -"

"Don't call me daddy when we're in public, I'm your older brother." She finishes for me and I pat her head.

"Ace?" she calls after a minute.

"Hmm?" I mumble as I serve the fried eggs onto our plates.

"Why don't you want anybody to know I'm your daughter?" she asks,grabbing one plate and pulling it to her side of the table.

Before I can reply, a loud thud is heard outside the kitchen window and Eileen screams. I frown and lift her up in my arms. "Wait here. I'll check." I order, setting her to the floor.

I hurry outside and head straight for the kitchen window. Strange,there's nothing here. Just as I give up and turn to head inside, my foot kicks something hard on the floor. I bend down to pick it up and behold, binoculars.

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