Kick 'em where it hurts #1

Chapter 2 ~ Dinner Time

"I want to hide the truth, I want to shelter you."

~ Demons, Imagine Dragons ~

"Scott! Peyton! Dinner's on the table," Marcus Turner shouted up the stairs. He waited until he heard the familiar thundering of footsteps across the landing. Peyton grinned as she half floated down the stairs, trying to avoid some of the boxes that hadn't yet been unpacked. Scott was close behind her with his eyes still glued to the screen of his phone.

Raising his brows at his son, Marcus flicked his arm and then held out his hand. "Phone please."

Scott sighed and sent a quick message before giving it up to his Dad. They sat down at the table, Scott next to Peyton and on the opposite side, Marcus next to his wife, Grace.

They had some sort of fish dinner with chips, beans and sweetcorn. Peyton had already started to eat and so Scott also dug in.

"So, how was your first day?" Grace chimed, taking a sip of her wine.

Peyton glanced at her brother and then swallowed her mouthful. Marcus raised his eyebrows at his children and waited patiently for an explanation. "It was good, yeah." Peyton said, keeping her eyes on her food.

Grace felt the tension in the air immediately. She sent a questioning look to her husband and then asked, "so did you make any new friends?"

"Mum you're talking to us like we're kids. We're sixteen not ten," Scott answered gruffly.

Silence resumed. Marcus took a few bites of his fish and then asked about a different topic. "What about practise? Was the team good?"

Scott rolled his eyes. "There's some good players I guess, but not really anyone up to my standard."

Peyton looked at her brother and scoffed. He shot her an angry look and she laughed. "Oh, I'm sorry were you forgetting the girl that kicked your ass on the field?"

"I want to meet this girl," Grace laughed.

"She didn't kick my ass," Scott growled at his sister. "She was annoying as hell and no better at playing than you are at cooking Pey!"

Peyton raised both of her eyebrows and smirked before picking up her fork again. "He's just grumpy because she's way better than him and she won't stand for any of his crap like other people," she said to her parents.

"Well we've definitely got to meet this girl then," Marcus said, winding up his son.

"That girl is not coming anywhere near this house," Scott said warningly.

Challengingly, Peyton smirked at her brother. "What if I want her to? She's actually really nice."

"Nice? She's as sour as a lemon."

"That's because you said that she was good for nothing more than a blow jo-"

"Peyton!" he yelled.

Grace's jaw dropped open and Marcus's face fell into his hands. "Please tell me that you didn't Scott," his father said tiredly.

Scott said nothing, he glared at his plate as if the fish had done something to offend him. "He did. He found out that she was on the team and for some reason started to offend her."

"So she's on the boys team?" Marcus clarified. Grace still looked horrified. Her son had said and done some awful things in the past but she had really hoped that this school would be different. She thought that he would have learnt a thing or two since the last incident.