Prologue.
I'm a Star Wars-loving, Harry Potter-reading, robot-building, nerd. The typical nerd. Hardly any friends. No girl friends. No love interests. That's me. I'm the guy you copy off of during the math tests and science tests. I'm the guy you convince to write your essays because you tell him that he is doing you the biggest favor in the world, and that you will repay him (but, of course, you never do). I'm him. The lame dumbass you all use and abuse like he's some kind of tool. Which he is, by the way.
It's so fucking typical, right? A nerdy nobody who likes Star Wars, reading, and building robots. I am good at a few “cool” things. I know how to play baseball really well, but I was to embarrassed to try out at my school because everyone thinks I'm a smart nobody who isn't fit. I'm plenty fit. I don't even think I look that nerdy. I think I'm cute, and a couple of girls have actually complimented my eyes. They're really blue. Like a super blue. I suspected the girls who complimented me were expecting me to say something back, but I didn't, nor will I ever respond to any feelings that girls at my school may have. I'd rather study my ass off than go out with those girls.
Yeah, I'm also the typical nerd in the typical way. I get straight A's and I'm in all AP classes, besides ceramics and newspaper (do they have AP for those too?).
I'm not in those classes because I want to. I kind of have to. I have to get good grades. I have to show up that stupid real estate agent, Kiyoshi Greco. That no-good, two-timing, mother-stealer. I hated him to the fullest.
Odd name for someone to have, right? Mother said that Kiyoshi is Japanese and Italian. His father was Italian and is mother was Japanese. When they had him they made an agreement: since the fathers last name was going to be his automatically, his mother got to pick his first name - her favorite name, apparently - Kiyoshi.
Mother always admired this “diversity” in Kiyoshi. I didn't understand it one bit. Here was Kiyoshi, her husband of (how old am I?) about eighteen years and she still doesn't know him.
Since that one time I walked into his office and saw him and his boss-lady having sex when I was a kid, to all the times he was drunk and told me that I was a worthless nobody who would never succeed in life (how could he have someone like me around, exuding this foul stench called failure?), she didn't notice his mean side. She didn't realize the reasons he came home late, acting like his job was that important. He was a real estate agent for god's sake! She didn't realize that he would get drunk three out of seven days of the week, come to my room and make me feel like complete and utter shit about myself (well, he used to do that. Not anymore, and if he did it wouldn't bother me one bit now.)
She didn't realize that he would screw her friends, or spend money on his sex and liquor. She was so in love with this jackass, that it made her blind and stupid. It makes me sick.
Their relationship started before I was born, and after they had me is when Kiyoshi started treating me like shit. Right from the get-go.
If you haven't guessed it by now, let me say, you are a bit slow. Kiyoshi Greco is my father.
My name is Aiden-Rudo Adil Akio Greco. Intricate, right? Kiyoshi decided that we should let the world know my African, Arabic, Japanese, and Italian heritage. Asshole. For some reason my mom didn't want me to be called Rudo, because she knew kids would make fun of me, so she added Aiden in there because it was her favorite “white boy” name. If she was so worried about the whole acceptance into society thing, I think she should have just stayed in Africa. But, no. She just had to be all rebel-bad-ass-like, and wanted to go to school in the United States. She left Africa when she was 19 and came over here, where she met my father, and they fell in love.
I thought girls were supposed to do the whole lesbian thing in college, not find the first chink they see and marry them.
Anyways, this is not about my father and I an any way (but he will come up sometimes), nor is this about school (well, its not mainly about school). This is about how I fell in love with a stripper.
