CONSUME

[41] caught

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kameron springfield

"What? Family dinner?! But-- Why?" I wrapped a towel onto my wet head of hair, the neckline of my t-shirt a bit damp. 

"What do you mean 'why?'" My mother looked confused as ever, setting the dining table. I'd just taken a shower and begun getting ready to do my homework, and here my mother is, talking about dinner with the Conynghim's. "We always have dinner together. What's the big deal? Why are you being weird about it?"

"I'm not." I answered, denying my evident worry. 

"I just... I have homework to do. Finals are coming up and so is the Spring Carnival. I have a lot I need to get done, and I don't have time to--"

"Surely you can spare an hour to eat some food, Kameron. You're welcome to leave the table early and go upstairs to study. But I presume you'll be eating one way or another."

I already felt my stomach start to rumble at the mere mention of food. Giving in I nodded, biting my lip and sitting at the kitchen counter. I crossed my legs, sweatpants creasing. I looked down at my bare feet and short toe nails that are painted a light pink color.

Maybe I should put on a darker color for a change. Or some kind of design? What nails does Axel like? Does he like the colors I paint my nails or should I ask him what he prefers? I never get my hands done at a salon and put on fancy long nails like Noah and the other popular girls do. 

I guess I've never thought about the things Axel prefers in girls, or what his type is. I don't really know what his type is, though I assume it's something along the lines of girls like Jada McCarter and Samantha Beesler. 

I rolled my eyes, making myself jealous for no reason and comparing my bodies to the thin white girls I go to school with. They're what everyone wants anyways. Who knows when Axel will get bored of me and want to move on to a girl like them. 

Though I'd never do that to him. I can't imagine being so intimate and loving anybody else besides him. To have another man touch me the way that Axel touches me honestly seems disgusting. 

So the fact that he'd even insinuate that I was lying about loving him, or that I would even look at another guy in any sort of romantic way makes me livid!

I scoffed aloud, standing from the chair at the thought of our argument just a couple of hours ago. I haven't texted or called him or anything since our fight in the car after school. I have no interest in talking about it right now, to be honest. Unless he's going to approach me with an apology, I don't want to hear it. 

But I suppose I have no choice but to see him at dinner tonight. One of the many downsides of dating your mother's best friend's son. That too, secretively. 

"Something wrong?" My mom pulled me out of my upsetting thoughts. I realized that I've been obvious about my off mood and annoyance. I shook my head, beginning to walk back up the stairs into my bedroom. 

"No. Guess I'll get ready for dinner then, right?"

"Sure," My mother raised an eyebrow. "You haven't got to put on anything fancy. It's only Anna and the boys." 

That's true. I don't have to dress up or anything... 

I nodded, clearning my throat. "Right well... Let me at least go put on a bra..." I chuckled awkwardly looking down at the ratty t-shirt I'm wearing and loose sweat pants.