The Crimson Clock: Path of The Fallen

Chapter Seven

"Dinner?"

"Yes dinner."

"Why? We just met them a few days ago!" I argued but it was no use. Tonight we were having dinner with Jaxton and his family. As much as I thought he was cute, I didn't want to have dinner with him and his family.

"It's the nice thing to do. Maybe you can get to know Jaxton better. Become friends."

"I don't want to be friends with him. He's weird, and rude."

"He's a nice boy. And a little weirdness isn't bad."

"Grandma. . ." She glared at me and walked away.

"You're going." Her tone told me there was no changing her answer. I groaned and walked to my room.

Why did it have to be dinner? Why dinner? It would just be more questions about school and Can you show Jaxton around school? And those would lead to, How about around town? Now that I did not want to do. Yes, his eyes are very pretty to stair at, but that didn't mean I wanted to be friends with him, and show him around everything. I don't want to do anything with him.

That night when I went to bed, I had the dream again. And once I woke up the next morning, I wanted to pound my head against my desk. And that night when I realized I was making sure I looked good. My makeup, light mascara and foundation and blush to hide my acne. My outfit, white shorts and a dark green shirt that was tucked into my shorts in the front, and black ankle socks. And finally my hair, messily braided to the side, it just passing my shoulder.

I stopped myself when I realized I was twisting the stray hair, opposite to the side my braid was, around my finger. I took a deep breath and went downstairs as the doorbell rang.

"Mary!" My grandma hugged her as she entered the house. "Ron," She shook Ron's hand firmly. He didn't look like how I thought he would. He was bald, not very tall, but his voice was deep and he looked strong. He had a tattoo on his ankle of a fist. "Come in! Food is on the table!"

We all sat at the table. Me and my Grandma on one side, Mary, Ron and Jaxton on the other. Mary sat in front of my grandma and Jaxton in front of me.

We ate Chicken with asparagus and homemade mashed potatoes. I tried my best to avoid eye contact with Jaxton throughout dinner. It was pretty easy sense he stared at his plate for most of the time.

"So we heard you had surgery? Was that right?" Ron asked.

"Yeah, I broke a few ribs about a week ago." I answered.

"Wow. Those are bad. How are you?"

"I'm fine. Lots of medications though."

"Oh I imagine. I broke my knee a few years ago-"

"Oh not this story again." Mary interrupted. "Especially at dinner."

"No, no it's okay." I said. "Go on."

Ron chuckled and continued. "When I was playing football with some friends, I ran for the ball, my cleats got stuck in the ground, and," Ron used his hands to gesture what happened. "My knee and leg bone separated. Had surgery too, lots of meds."

"Yikes." I said. "That sounds,"

"Painful? Yeah I know. I can't imagine what you're going through."

"Thanks." I said, taking a large bite of mashed potatoes.

"Oh lets move on from that topic," Mary shook her head, trying to get the memories out of her head. "How's your husband, Fran?"