Rearranged

Chapter 8

          "I went golfing with David last week, he's a beast on the course! Almost as good as me", my dad boasts as he takes another sip of his wine.

          "Who's David again?" I ask. My dad has so many friends it's hard to keep track of who's who.

          "David Harper! Mordecai's father. I'd be so grateful to have the Harpers be a part of our family." He replies.

          "So honey, how are things going for you two lovebirds?" My mom asks me, a little too enthusiastically. I don't want to break their hearts, so I tell them that everything is fine between us and we're taking it slow. 

          "Well that's great honey!", my mom coos. "I think you two are prefect together. Mordecai is such a gentleman!" Mother, you have NO idea. I have to change the subject. This is too awkward. 

          "Uh, Aunt Grace's birthday is coming up! Have you decided what you're going to wear to the party?" I ask my mother, knowing how much she loves talking about her clothes.

          "Madeline I bought the loveliest dress from Nordstrom's for it! It's peach colored and..." I tune her out, thankful for the bullet I just dodged. Dinner with my parents usually goes like this. They come over once a week with a bottle of wine and a bottle of grape juice for me, since I'm not allowed to drink. I make dinner, we talk, I clean up, they leave. I'm glad my parents are teaching me how to be a good hostess, it's a useful skill, especially within a social circle like ours. 

          "Dinner was delicious sweetie", my dad praises. Growing up, we had a personal chef cook for us during the week while my parents worked. Since I had no siblings to played with, I spent a lot of time in the kitchen learning from the chef, even helping sometimes when he'd let me. I can't warm up chicken nuggets in the microwave, but you bet I can make a dang good beef wellington. My dad goes to my bathroom to wash his hands, and I get up to put his plate in the sink. 

          "MADELINE BEATRIX ADDISON!" I suddenly hear him yell. My mom and I both freeze up in shock. "WHAT THE HELL IS THIS!?" He walks back to the dining room, his fist clenched. "I went to get a new bar of soap from the medicine cabinet when I found THESE." He growls, slamming a hand full of condoms on the table. I can feel my face burning as blood rushes to my cheeks and my eyes widen. 

          My mom gasps and asks "Honey, are you having sex with Mordecai?" 

          "No, I'm not having sex with Mordecai!"

          "THEN WHO ARE YOU HAVING SEX WITH!?" My dad demands. 

          "I'M NOT HAVING SEX WITH ANYONE!" I yell in frustration. "I'm just keeping them in case... you know... anything... happens. I want to be prepared." 

          "...Oh" My dad's scowl suddenly turns in to a look of defeat. "Smart girl. But still, don't do anything like that until you're married. Save your purity." He walks back to the bathroom and turns off the light he left on. My mom pulls out her phone to check a text message.

          "The Uber is here!" She declares. "Look how modern we are!" My dad is standing by the door with his coat on, and drapes my mom's coat over her shoulders as she makes her way out. 

          "Bye mom! Bye dad!" I wave to them as their ride drives off. I can relax now. First thing I do once the door is closed is take off my uncomfortable pants and unbutton my silk blouse. Next, I call Cian to chew his ass for getting me in trouble. 

          "Hello?"

          "CIAN PATRICK MICHAEL MORRIN I AM GOING TO KILL YOU!" 

          "WHAT!?" His voice cracks. "What did I do?!" 

          "Remember last week, the condoms? Before the concussion?"

          "...yeah?"

          "You left some behind! And my dad found them! What am I gunna do with condoms?! My parents think I'm a harlot now because of you!"

          I can hear that turd cackling on the other end. "Well in case you ever get lucky and don't want a baby at least you've got the supplies now!"

          "CIAN WHY"

          He continues laughing. "By the way we're hanging out my place tomorrow after school. Cherry will pick you up. Oh, and wear comfortable clothes, we're playing twister. Bye!" He hangs up. This kid is just something else, isn't he? I think I might as well pick my outfit together. But after I wash all these dishes. Ugh, being the perfect hostess is hard.

***

          I stand in the school parking lot, waiting for my favorite red head to come pick me up. I look at my reflection in a random car's window, adjusting my outfit even though it'll get messed up again anyways. I guess it's just a habit. I'm wearing Adidas joggers, with a black tank top tucked in, and a pastel blue bomber jacket as an attempt to polish the look a bit. I see the familiar sedan pull up to the curb, and hear the passenger door unlock. 

          "Come in!" I'm greeted by a smiling Cherry, her hair pushed out of her face by her sunglasses. "The boys are on the other side of campus. Let's go get them." 

         We pull up to the curb where the iconic duo stand, Cian opening the back door. 

          "M'lady", he smirks as he gestures for Dayl to get in first.

          "Thank you my lurve!" Dayl replies in that ridiculously high pitched voice. You know which one. 

          "I have a confession to make", I speak up.

          "What is it?" asks Cian as he buckles his seat belt. 

          "I've never played twister before. My parents never allowed me to play it because it can get 'risky'". 

          "What?!" Cherry chuckles. Dayl lets out a few loud laughs, wile I see Cian's confused face in the mirror.

          "Well if you're flexible you'll be fine", Dayl reassures me.