Preachers Daughter (Lonzo Ball)

Unfair...

*Katalinas pov*

After school i drove Nick and i home. Nick knew i was in trouble. "Did you snitch?" i looked at him.
"No the school probably called him," He shrugged. I nodded and pulled into the house. I got out and followed nick inside. "Nick upstairs Katalina stay here," my mother explained. I nodded as i took my shoes off. I set my book bag on the steps and Nick went to his room. "Whats going on with you?" my mother asked as i took a seat on the chair.
"What do you mean?" i shrugged a bit.
"Nick told us that you left school with a guy then when your father called you lied to him," my mother tried to stay as calm as she could. I shrugged a bit.
"I like him," i leaned back, "Im a senior and i haven't done anything fun."
"You can have fun on the weekends!" my dad yelled. I nodded, looking down.
"Your phone and laptop now," he shrugged.
"I need my laptop for school dad," I looked at him.
"Phone now," I handed it over to him and shrugged a bit.
"Get upstairs now," he scoffed. I walked upstairs with my bag and let a tear fall. I don't like getting in trouble. I sighed a bit as i sat down. I took my laptop out and went onto Instagram. I dm'd Lonzo on there.

Me- don't text my phone they took it from me.

Lonzo- ahh  im sorry babe i shouldn't have taken you

Me- don't worry i liked it babe.

Lonzo- alright baby ill see you tomorrow hopefully.

Me- have fun at practice

Lonzo- i will babe see ya

I sat up as i heard a knock at the door. The door opened to reveal Brandon. I smiled at him. "So i heard youre 'rebelling'" he laughed a bit, closing my door. He took a seat next to me on my bed.
"I guess," i shrugged, "I just wanted to see this guy i like."
"Do mom and dad know about him?" He asked.
"Now they do but i didn't want them to know," I sighed, putting my head on his shoulder.
"How old is he?" he looked down at me.
"He will be 19 soon," i shrugged.
"Damn," he sighed, "Im gonna have to meet this guy."
"No," i shook my head, "He isn't meeting any of you."
"Why not?" he laughed a bit.
"Cause i don't want him to meet you guys you wont like him," I sat up.
"Why not?" he raised a brow.
"Cause hes black," I whispered.
"That's just mom and dad Kat," he laughed, "I have like 800 black friends."
"You wont be racist to him?" I looked up at him.
"I promise sis," he smiled at me, holding his pinky out. I linked mine with his and nodded.
"Hes at practice but when he gets off ill dm him and see if he wants to," i shrugged a bit.

I sat down at the table and leaned back in my chair. My parents didn't talk to me. I shrugged a bit as i watched them hand out plates. They handed me mine. "Am i supposed to get my own?" I laughed a bit, going to get up. My plate was empty.
"Nope when you don't follow rules you don't get dinner," my dad stated.
"Youre kidding me right?" I looked at him.
"Does it look like im kidding?" He looked at me with a straight face.
"Dad don't you think that's a bit harsh?" Brandon stood up for me.
"No i don't think it is and if you have a problem you can go home and make your own dinner," he snapped. Brandon stayed quite. i shook my head and leaned back. i crossed my arms in front of my chest and huffed a bit. I prayed with them then stood up, "Can i be excused? Thanks," i walked upstairs. I didn't care anymore. I was hungry and i cant even eat dinner at my own house. I got a bag of chips i had next to my bed. I sat down and started to eat. I let some tears fall. I wish i could just be a normal kid who doesn't have to be this perfect women all the time. I want to just be a 17 year old girl for a day... This is unfair...