The Truth Hurts

Chapter 33

After saying bye to the twins and my coaches, I made my way to my car to head home. A satisfying breath escapes my lips as the street lights pass by in blurs. It's been a long day. Even for a Friday it seemed longer.

Daniel tried make small talk with me again. But like always, I rarely said a thing. It's hard and scary talking to him. There's this small part of me that's saying that he'll do something again. Who am I kidding: there's a huge part of me thinking that. And because of that, I'm afraid of saying anything he could use against me again.

Things have been so different ever since I moved here. I should have known there was something wrong with this life I thought was doing me well. I roll my eyes at my expectations.

A sudden feeling of home sick unsettles it's self in the pit of my stomach. And I mean my old home. Granted, my life there wasn't perfect but it was no where near this. My friends wouldn't do what the people I called my friends did.

The garage door of my house opens as I drive up the driveway.

"Mom! Dad! I'm ho-" I yell.

My body freezes in its spot as I realize that the murmuring I heard as I walked through the threshold wasn't my parents talking, but Daniel? And he isn't the only one here. James, Jayce, Willa, and Violet are also here. What are they doing here?Did they tell my parents? They couldn't have. Right?

"Elise, honey! You're friends came to see if you were able to go to the Diner tonight" my mom greets, looking at me suggestively.

I narrow my eyes slightly at her before offering my "friends" a small smile. I don't even think they even count as my friends anymore. For all I know they could be planning something against me.

"I-uh..have homework to finish..so..." I lie.

The others look at each other doubtfully. Technically I'm not lying. I did have homework this weekend. The part where I didn't finish it however, might have been sugar coated. I always finish my homework before coming home.

"No you don't" my mom says. "You always finish before coming home unless you have a test the next day" she also points out.

I inwardly growl. I don't like how parents know their kids inside and out. It defeats the purpose of trying to get out of something you don't want to get into in the first place.

"I'm not going like this" I say gesturing to myself. "I'm gross. I just came from practice" I point out to her.

"Then we'll wait" Daniel speaks up.

My expression falters a little when he spoke. I wish they would take the hint that I don't want to go with them anywhere. Especially with him. He hasn't earned any part of my trust. And I don't know how he plans on gaining any with me going with them to the Dinner.

"Great! So, go wash up" my mom says cheerily.

I sigh out in defeat with my shoulders shrugging a bit. I sulk up the staircase and after entering my room, I dump my duffle and school bag on the floor. This wasn't the way I wanted to start off my weekend.

I quickly took a shower and blowed dried my hair. I put on my black skinny jeans with a stripped shirt, navy green jacket, and an off white scarf. I grab my black purse and white converse and made my way down the stairs.