Right my Wrongs

Chapter 6- Only somewhat...

                                                         Spencer

"Oh, Ivy!" Ryan exclaims. "We actually went to high school together, but I don't think she remembers me."

"What a small world," I respond.

"Yeah, Ivy was a completely different person back in high school. You might perceive her as a partygoer or a social butterfly now, but in school, she used to be that quiet kid in the corner, anti-social as hell," Ryan reveals. Ivy...a quiet kid? Absurd.

"Don't tell me you're thinking of hitting on her," Ryan teases.

"What? No way, that's bullshit," I quickly deny.

"Well, just so you know, she has a boyfriend," Ryan continues.

"She does? I had no clue," I lie. 

"His name is Jason. He's the captain of the football team, and rumours say his father is the chancellor of the university,"

"Damn." 

"That gives you another reason to keep your distance from Ivy," Ryan warns. "Anyway, are you going to the frat tonight? You can't miss today's frat! It's Halloween!!" he changes the topic. Oh, wait...maybe that is why Ivy asked me if I'm coming to the frat.

"Dad has this business meeting thing today, and honestly, frats are overrated, so I don't think I'll be able to make it," I inform Ryan. "That reminds me, I should probably head out now."

As I drive back home, the vibrant equatorial sunset paints the sky, and a cool breeze flows through the partially open window. It dawns on me that Ariel, the redhead, has already found her Eric. To be honest she intrigued me a lot but we've only met twice, after all. It's not worth stressing over something that feels out of my control. Perhaps it's best to close this chapter for now and focus on other aspects of my life like "the business dinner".

As I announce my arrival, Dad's voice resonates from the kitchen. "Great, come help me out," he calls out cheerfully. Curiosity piqued, I inquire, "What are you making?"

"Oh, I called in a chef... he just left before you. I was craving some lasagna, so... don't tell the guests about that," Dad replies.

"I won't, I won't. It smells heavenly, though," I say. "Dad, around what time will the guests leave?" I add. 

"This isn't a fun get-together, so honestly, I don't know," he responds.

"Then why do I have to be there?'' I pout.

"You're an adult now. Go change into something nice and formal.'' Dad instructs and I nod in response.

I quickly change into a black button-up shirt and pair it with khaki pants, adding a touch of musky cologne. As I make my way downstairs, the sound of cutlery clinking and faint voices fills the air. Upon entering the living area, I notice a man in his mid-50s with distinguished grey hair standing near the entrance, holding a bottle of wine. Accompanying him is a lady wearing a  bright red dress, and next to her is a brunette girl about my age, who flashes a big smile.

"Oh, Spencer's also here!" Dad signals me with his eyes to come towards him. I walk over, joining the group. "Spence, this is Mr. and Mrs. Cameron and their daughter, Georgina," he introduces them.

"Good evening," I greet them politely.

"You've grown so much," Mr. Cameron says, patting my shoulder. "Which university are you attending?" he adds.

"NYU. I'm majoring in astrophysics," I reply.

"Wow, that's unique," Mrs. Cameron comments.

"Come in, please," my dad says, extending both hands toward the living area.