The Wild Things

O2: Dinner Disaster

O2: Dinner Disaster

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Currently we were at the dinner table. My mother was making small talk with Mrs. Bradshaw, while I was messing around with the food on my plate. I was basically lost in my thoughts for the time being. I had no Idea Nathan was Tyler. And I must say puberty done Nathan well. What I don't understand is why he prefers to be called "Tyler." He never had a problem with his name before. 

Do I even really know Nathan?

No, you were never friends in the first place.

"Peyton, I must say you've grown up to become quite the young lady." said Mrs. Bradshaw

"Thank you."

"So tell me how's school?"

I was about to answer, but my mother cut me off. I rolled my eyes and rested my elbows on the table. Time to hear her embarrass me and possibly brag about the house. I love my mom but she's a bit of a snob sometimes. Who wants to hear you brag about your house and how well your daughter is doing? If I was Nathan's mom I would shove a purse down my mother's throat and run out of the house while I had a chance.

"Oh Dana, she's doing so good! She's the captain of her school's volleyball team and she made honor roll all year!"

I groaned in embarrassment. I heard Nathan cough "nerd" under his breath. I sent daggers his way and flipped him the bird.

Making good grades dosen't make me a nerd. It means I won't' be flipping burgers for the rest of my life at some low quality restraunt.

"Nathan how are you?" I ask

Nathan cocked an eyebrow, "It's Tyler, and I'm fine."

"Well Nathan it's good you're doing "fine." I say, putting an emphasis on his name.

"Fine would be an understatement. You're doing a poor job in school and you've been acting up as well." Mrs. Bradshaw snorted.

I chuckled. Same old Nathan. Always in some sort of trouble.

"Sorry that I can't be perfect like Peyton mom." He snarled sarcastically.

"I'm not asking you to be perfect, I'm asking you to try!"

"Bullshit. It's not like you care anyways."

"Nathan! watch your mouth towards me!"

"Why? Am lowering our family's reputation? Oh look, the secret's out we're not so much of the perfect fucking little family everyone thinks."

Me and my mother's eyes were wide as golf balls, while Damon sat back looking amused. Something told me this wasn't the very first time these two have fought. I don't know what the hell is going on, nor do I care to find out. Okay, maybe I do care. Just a smidge. But I just don't understand...Nate and his mom use to be really close. Although we were never friends I observed how he communicated with other people. And from my observations I would clearly say that they were close. I wonder what had happened.

"I'm warning you Nathan....If you don't-" Mrs. Bradshaw said before she was cut off.

'If I don't what? Stop? I didn't even want to be here anyway!" He shouted.

Nathan's mom looked at Damon with pleading eyes as Nate stormed off. After a brief moment we heard a car engine start and tires squealing. There was a very awkward silence that was left in the room. I looked at my mom, she looked at Mrs. Bradshaw, who was currently looking at her hands.