56

-Dash-

“We need to talk,” I repeated as I walked over and took a seat beside her.

“Sure.” She took her black book marker between the pages before closing the book and setting it on the table. “What are we talking about?”

“Is Titus my real father?” I asked bluntly making her gasp eyes wide from shock.

“Of course he is.” She responded. “Where else do you think you get that rotten attitude of yours.”

“Ok.” I breathed with relief.

“Why would you even ask me that?” She stared at me like I had grown two heads.

“Because I’ve just always wondered why Titus is so convinced I’m not his and why you never wanted me to be with you.” I shrugged and she sighed, I did not intend to bring up the past and make her feel guilty but it was inevitable considering I needed clarity on a lot of things that may or may not have haunted my thoughts once in a while.