Meant To Be

Chapter 9: stupid rectum socket

After Maggie and my mom, another family arrived. It consisted of a wife and husband probably a little bit older than our parents, and they had a son about twenty years old. He was really tall and slim and had small circular glasses, that paired with white shirt under a caqui sweater made him look super nerdy.
He didn't take his eyes off of me ever since he arrived.

We all sat on the long table under the chandelier, and luckily i wasn't that near Zac, but the 20 year old was right in front of me.
Ed and his wife brought the food for us all and my mom served everyone except Zac, me and the other boy wine. To us was handed a bottle of soda.
I grabbed a spoonful of rice from my place and was directing it to my mouth when someone kicked my leg from under the table, making the rice fall back into the plate. I heard a little chuckle and looked up to Zac, who was taking a sip of his glass to pretend he had nothing to do with it. I glared at him and kicked him back, but way harder, making him jump. My mom noticed and glared at both of us, trying to make it clear that we would have it bad later if we didn't behave.

The adults were having a conversation i wasn't much interested in and i would only take part of it when i was asked to, but avoided it as i could. I was lost in my thoughts about who knows what when i overheard Zac charming the guy on how i supposedly loved spending hours and hours in the library reading Hamlet as many times as i could and then doing and redoing my chemistry homework.
The boy seemed very pleased and fascinated as Zac pictured me as the girl of his dreams, who happened to be single and 'loved older boys that wear glasses'. Zac wasn't even talking low; he wanted me to hear and be mad about it.

I wanted to jump over the table and murder him.
"Zac." I called, louder and harsher than a normal tone, which set our parent's attention on us, ready and cautious if we started an argument. "Can you please pass me the salt?" I asked, not because i wanted it but to stop him from telling all that bullshit to the guy. I even heard our parents sight relieved that i asked for a condiment instead of insulting him.

He smirked and i knew he was about to be his fucker-self to annoy me even more. "Get it yourself. Be a strong woman who doesnt depend on men to get what she wants."

I didn't even care we were with more people at the table.
"I want to fucking hit you with a brick, Zac."

I earned a few surprised gasps and my mom cleared her throat, but i kept my eyes on Zac's.
"Alice, would you mind being more...polite for the sake of everyone in the table?" My mom asked me in a if-you-don't-do-as-i-say-you-are-fucking-dead-but-i'm-pretending-to-not-want-to-kill-you-right-now tone.

I cleared my throat and calmly intertwined my hands in front of me. "I wish to acquaint your facial features with a fundamental item used in building walls. Repeatedly." I said and hear a few retained laughs and chuckles.

"Alice." My mother reprehended me.

"No, no, it's okay, Sarah." Zac calmly says and then directs his words to the rest of the table. "She does get a little aggressive sometimes, but throughout the years i have learned to live with the hitting and insulting." He dramatically said and i rolled my eyes.

"Don't make it sound like i abuse you. You're the same if not even worse, asshole."

"Alice."

"Zac."

Both our moms warned at the same time but we seemed to don't care.