One of the Guys. [ON HOLD]

The Visit

|Chapter Fifteen: The Visit.|

 

Reid.

Once Oliver and Cash had left the room, Reid stepped forward and shoved his hands into his pockets. He was surprised to see his brothers, Greyson and Cory. However, he knew that they weren’t there for a nice familial visit; they were there to check up on him in order to give their parents a report.

Every so often since his parents shipped him off to Bradford four years ago, his parents made it Greyson and Cory’s job to check up on him. They didn’t want to have to see him if they didn’t have to, nor did they want to bother the school about him either because they knew that all they would get were complaints.

He loved his brothers—don’t get him wrong—and once upon a time he actually looked up to them, but Cory was the smart one, the one who got the best grades out of the three of them, and Greyson was the athletic one, the one who got the sports scholarship to his current university so his parents wouldn’t have to pay any tuition. All Reid had was the fact that he was the youngest so his parents never really paid any attention to his accomplishments because whatever he accomplished was something that had already been done by their superstar sons before him. And for that reason, he sometimes couldn’t help but hate his brothers.

He stopped ten feet away from his bed, not wanting to be too close to his brothers, Cory sitting on his mattress and Greyson sitting at his desk both with expectant expressions. “So what brings you two here?” He asked sarcastically. As if he didn’t know the answer already.

It was hypothetical, but Greyson opened his mouth to respond anyway. “To check up on you little bro.”

Reid rolled his eyes, but said nothing. “So how’ve you been?” Cory asked politely.

Reid rolled his eyes. He really didn’t want to deal with them right now. He had been having such a nice day and their presence ruined his good mood. “Fine.” He grunted. “Mom and Dad haven’t gotten any phone calls or emails from my teachers so that should be a good enough sign, don’t you think?”

“Well,” Cory said as he leaned back to lay down on Reid’s mattress. “That actually makes them even more suspicious of you. They think you might be behaving nicely now, but that you’re waiting for the perfect opportunity to put a secret diabolical plan into action.”

He rolled his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest. “Could they be any more dramatic?” 

Greyson shrugged. “Probably.” He eyed his fingernails uncaringly; he was never really good at making eye contact. “How’s school going so far for you?”

“Cory just asked me that dumbass.” Reid bit out.

Greyson rolled his eyes. “I mean, like your friends and stuff , jackass.”

“Guys, could you try to be a little bit more cordial with each other?”

Cory always tried to keep the peace between everyone. He was the nice one, the smart one, the one who got a partial scholarship to Princeton. He was put on a high pedestal by their parents because he was the first born and the overachiever, and he was always just oh-so-kind and sweet, and cute-adorable. He was their mother’s favorite because of all of those things, and because he was a total Momma’s Boy.

“Not unless Landyn wants to apologize.” Greyson retorted with a narrow of his eyes in Reid’s direction.

“Don’t call me that! You know I hate my name.”

“It’s the name our mom gave to you, you should use it. What’s so wrong with your name anyway? She could’ve named you something awful, like, Herbert or Gerald.” He shuddered. “Ew.”