It Started With Hello

Chap. 85

Click..click..clank was all that was heard from knifes and forks hitting the plates during Emma's family dinner that evening. She kept her head down while she chewed on the dry chicken her mother cooked "So how was your Christmas dear? I was expecting to hear a call from you" her mother asked while looking over at her. Emma wasn't really surprised her mother expected to hear from her but the great thing about the phone was they work two ways....they could have easily called her as well but of course they didn't. Emma lets out a sigh wiping  her mouth with her napkin "Um how and why exactly would I have done that? You two could have also called me" her mother raised her eyebrow in her daughters direction. Her father sits at the head of the table watching their conversation slowly unfold "We have a house phone Emma don't be smart with me" Emma grinds her teeth together so she wouldn't snap at her mother. It was to late in the day for a argument "Sorry mother...my Christmas was well I watched a few Christmas movies on television. Nothing different or exciting" her mother nods and continues to eat satisfied with Emma's answer. After all hearing that everything was exactly how she left it was probably what her mother wanted to hear more then anything "Well I hope you practiced your violin and didn't slack off to much" Emma glares slightly at her before looking back at her plate sitting her napkin down. She pushed a brussel sprout around her plate "Of course not mother I wouldn't have dreamed of slacking out for a moment. I mean after all how will I get into Harvard with that attitude" her voice was full of sarcasm but nether of her parents picked up on it. Her father point his fork in her direction with a smile "That's the spirit Emma" she rolls her eyes picking up her cup of water taking a sip "What was all that about when we got home by the way" he asked curiously while her mother nods also wanting to know the meaning of her daughters odd behavior. Emma clears her throat sitting her cup back down "Umm I don't know I guess I've been slightly paranoid since that letter was left for me before Christmas" her mother sighs making Emma turn her gaze towards her. Her mother cuts her chicken shaking  her head "We we're told it was nothing Emma. Don't dwell on it honey there's nothing to worry about" of course her mother would try to reassure her worried mind but in the pit of Emma's stomach she could just tell something wasn't right. She rather just keep her guard up on the meantime "But mother this didn't just seem like a prank to me.." Emma starts before she's cut off by her father "Emma dear if the police said it was nothing, it's nothing. Your getting yourself worked up over nothing" she lets out a sigh they obviously wouldn't listen to a word she was trying to say. Her mother stands with her plate apparently done with her food "I know one thing you better not act this way at your party tomorrow. Alot of mine and your father's business colleagues will be in attendance" she walks over to the sink to wash her plate. Well they never really celebrate Emma's birthday so even though a bunch of her parents friends would be there Emma was just happy to be having a party. She would also be having her friends at the party so that would make event more tolerable. She hasn't mentioned anything to her parents about other people being invited to her party but now was better than never "I'll be on my best behavior after all, I also invited a few of my friends" she said bracing herself for the worst from her parents. Her father stands with his plate walking over to the sink "We weren't aware you had any dear" he said making her feel like she was some kinda friendless loser. Of course they wouldn't have known any they weren't the type of parents that want their kid to have friends. They would rather her focus on her studies and extra curriculars. He hands the plate to her mother "I have friends father just some you guys don't know. I think you'll like them" he hums walking back to the table. Her mother cleans the plate and looks back at her brow raised "We didn't allow you to bring anyone" Emma stands with her plate looking at her mother drying the plates putting them up. Emma hands her mother her plate while her father starts to put away the left overs on the table "I assumed I could, it being my birthday party after all" her mother huffed while cleaning Emma's plate. Her mother takes her plate drying it in her hands with the towel "Jason and his mother will still be coming his mother informed me" Emma's eyes widen she didn't want to see Jason again after accusing him for sending her that creepy letter. Emma crossed her arms her mother could instantly read her daughter's reaction "Their still family friends Emma weather you like that or not they will be at that party. And you'll be on your best behavior do you understand" her mother said with her hands on her hips making Emma press her lips. Her parents we're totally ok with Jason coming tomorrow but would literally flip out if Blake showed up it was enough to make her want to scream. Was it to much to want to spend time with unexclusive her guy friend a warm bed and some hot coco it sounded great to her but her parents didn't seem down for that idea. Since her and Blake had sex he was like a whole different guy super cuddly and cute which she didn't complain about at all she wanted to enjoy it while she could. Her mother raised her eyebrow apparently still waiting for her response she snapped herself out of the thought of Blake naked in her bed to reply a soft "Yes mother" before walking back to her bedroom wanting a long hot shower suddenly for two reasons 1 to get Blake out of her head and 2 to stop worrying about the party to come tomorrow.