His Good Girl

Chapter 4

I decided to take a quick shower and re-braid my hair.

I stood in front of my bed trying to find something my mother would a prove of.

I bit my lip and looked at the skirt I wore today that was laying on my bed. I had a few shirts laying next to it.

One was a black crop top with little pink floral patterns that Kelsey bought me. I haven't worn it yet. I'm too insecure for crop tops.

Another was a plain baby pink t-shirt.

The last was a black t-shirt with a pink rose on the front.

I sighed and settled for the pink one.

I slipped on the skirt and a black under shirt, I didn't put shorts on this time, I tucked the pink shirt into the skirt with the black one and just slipped on some pink socks. Who needs shoes in their own house?

I made sure my hair was okay and you couldn't see up my skirt and slipped downstairs and entered the kitchen.

My mom was pulling the lasagna out of the oven when she saw me.

Her eyes ran over what she could see if my outfit and a smile made its way to her face.

"You look lovely but don't you think you should put on just a little bit of make up?" Just as she finished talking the door bell rang.

My dad opened the door and greeted Harper and Ryder.

"Well hello there, men, welcome to our humble home, again." He joked.

I giggled as my brother walked in.

"It's nice to see you again." He greeted.

Harper nodded in return then turned to me.

"Hello, Izzy. Lovely to see you again."

I smiled,"It's nice too see you again too."
I looked up at Ryder.

His eyes were running over my body.

I shifted under his heated gaze and cleared my throat.

"Ryder." I said with a quick nod.

He simply nodded back with a smirk.

"Dinner is on the table!" Mom yelled from the dining room.

Dad rolled his eyes.

"Right this way."

We walked into the dining room and sat. My parents at both ends, I expected Ryder to sit next to his dad, but of course he sat next to me and Alex sat next to Harper.

We ate silently at first, then Harper spoke.

"It's lovely, Katherine. Thank you."

My mother smiles proudly.

"You're very welcome, what do you think, Ryder?" She looked at him with a hopeful look.

He seemed to force a smile her way,"It's delicious, thank you."

I was about to put another bit into my mouth when I caught my moms stern gaze.

I blushed and put my fork down.

"Sweetheart, why don't you eat a bit more salad?"

I couldn't help but flinch at that.

That was code for 'you're eating too much'.

"Honey, let the girl eat."

That was code for 'remember last year'.

This happens a lot. Especially around people. She thinks she can embarrass me into eating how she eats. She barely eats a bite of her lasagna but will eat all the salad without dressing.