"How am I not supposed to tell them until tomorrow?" I ask thinking about how I have never kept a secret in my life.
"Just, try not to show your hand. I wanna be there when you tell them." Marc replies.
"Then come over."
"I can't!"
"We could tell your parents and then we would have a good excuse for me being late."
"They don't get home for another two hours."
"Then come to my house and we can come back."
"I. can't."
"Why. Not."
"I told you."
"I don't except your excuse. Please, I'll love you forever."
"Don't you already."
"Shhhhh."
"Fine. If I get in trouble it's your fault."
"Yay!" I grab Marc's hand pull him out the door.
We arrive to my house exactly an hour late. My parents and siblings were already eating. I had two older brothers and one younger, Andrew. Caleb and Lance are twins and the oldest.(20) I also have younger sister, Clara (short for Clarissa), (15) who always seems to be a bright, happy ray of sunshine.
"I brought an extra." I say pulling Marc behind. He never liked sit down dinners. There were tons of silences and Marc likes there to always be some sort of conversation.
"Oh! Hi Marc!" My sister said turning around to see Marc. I swear she has a crush on him- not like a real crush but like one of those crushes you have on celebrities.
"Hey there Claire." Marc responds and Claire giggles.
"Marc you can get a chair from the kitchen and you know where plates are Right?" My mom says
"Yes ma'am." He says with a smile. I sit in my chair and start dishing the food on the table onto my plate.
"Woah, Cass!" Clara practically screams.
"What?" I respond. Marc brings his chair next to mine.
"What do you mean what? There is a huge rock on your finger that was not there yesterday!!" Clara says and now all eyes are fixed on me.
"Oh, that." I say.
"Yeah, that. Were you gunna tell us about that?" Clara rebuttals
"Eventually." I laugh, "I'm pretty sure y'all put this together with Claire's screaming. We're engaged." I say glancing at Marc. Considering that over half my family was boys there was not much squealing. Lance looked Marc dead in the eyes. Marc held the stare until Lance spoke.
"You better not break my sisters heart." Lance says
"Lance!" I say say annoyed.
"Have I ever before?" Marc replies
"No but you never know. Caleb, Drew, and I and I bet even Claire would hunt you down if you hurt-" Lance says
"Lance. Please. Stop." I beg.
"Sorry. I didn't mean to upset you princess." Lance smirks and then stands up and brings his plate to the kitchen. Caleb and Drew follow.
"Excuse me." I say, tears welling up in my eyes. As I walk up the stairs I hear Caleb talking to Lance,
"Looks like the princess is upset." He says. I close my door but immediately hear it open and close again.
"Cass, what's wrong?" Marc says
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