Teenage Dirtbag

Ch 21: Just Friends

Peyton pov:

I was groggy when I woke up, my head was pounding and my body still in pain. I was in a comfortable bed, the silky black sheets eased the pain a tiny bit.

Getting up slowly I realize I'm at Fallon's place, her dark and melancholy room filling my eyes. Venturing out I hear some talking coming from downstairs. Following it I hear Fallon talking to someone.

"A B plus isn't acceptable, Fallon. You're not stupid." A deep voice spoke to her.

"I know, I'll try be-"

"Try? You'll do better or so help me god." The voice spoke back to her.

"Yes father."

"Look at him when you speak. Keeping your head down makes you look ugly dear." A softer and feminine voice spoke his time.

"Yes mother."

"What else is happening? Are you still seeing that Derek boy?" Her father spoke again. He had the same cold voice Fallon did.

"No, we broke up."

"What did you do?" Her mother spoke, accusing her of breaking them up.

"Nothing-"

"Then get back with him." Her father spoke.

"He's a dick."

"Language." Her mother chides her.

"He is though. He doesn't care about me and all we do is fight." She sounded frustrated, I could practically see the anger on her face.

"You know how you are, dear. Try not to be so… gloomy." Her mom brushed her daughter's words off.

"He's a nice boy. Probably the best you'll do." Her father spoke this time.

"I don't want to-"

"Not an option. Have him over next week for dinner. We'll be home by then." A chair scratched as she stood up.

"But-"

"No one wants a whiny girl Fallon." Another chair sounds as her mother probably stood up.

I round the corner to see the three all looking at me. Fallon looked a little scared while her parents' eyes were cold and unnerving.

"S-sorry I was-"

"Who is this?" Her father took my appearance in, eyeing me like I was garbage. Which I kinda was.

"This is my friend, Peyton. Peyton, these are my parents." She stood and moved over to me, probably making sure I didn't say or do anything stupid.

"You go to that school with our daughter?" Her mother crossed her arms. She was the spitting image of her mother, long black hair and cold blue eyes.

"Great. Another." She had her father's tone of voice and demeanor. He was cold when speaking, his voice sounding cruel with each word.

"Yeah. We have a few classes together." I offer my hand out to her dad. He takes it and squeezes hard, hard enough to make it hurt.

"You get into a lot of fights there?" I had forgotten my face was kinda fucked up. Not needing them to know of my home life I lie straight to them.