Bent. Not Broken (On Hold)

Chapter 6

I am not a morning person. Never have been and I am determined to never become one. My family, on the other hand, are all happy days of sunshine in the morning. Sometimes I wonder if I'm adopted. If it weren't for the fact that I looked like my mom, I would pursued the idea.

Over the years I've learned to cope with their happiness and they'd learned to let me have a cup of coffee before approaching me. I was almost finished with my first cup when my brother yells from the living room.

"There's a guy out front." Trevor my twelve year old brother calls out.

I hate how the first thing that comes to mind is him. "Tanner?" I ask as I rise to my feet and walk into the living room.

Trevor shakes his head. "Nope. Never seen this guy before."

I lean over to couch next to him and peek out the window. To my surprise Remy was outside leaning against his car and looking down at his phone. What was he doing here? I don't remember asking him to pick me up for school again.

"Who is it?" My Mom calls from the kitchen.

"Remy." I answer as I make my way over to the door. He looks up as I step outside. "What are you doing here?"

"Uh, well I wasn't sure if you'd need a ride this morning. I guess your parents could cause they're home. Honestly I really don't know." Remy admits in a ramble of words. "I kind of just ended up here."

I walk down the sidewalk to meet him. "And you decided to wait out front of my house instead of knocking on the door?" I cross my arms over my chest and arch an eyebrow at him.

Was it just my imagination or where his cheeks turning red. "I hadn't really thought I all through. Got in my car and found myself of here."

I laugh at his explanation. "Well since your here I might as well let you drive me to school."

"Great." Remy says and straightens up.

I hold up a finger. "But as you can see, I'm not ready yet." I says and gesture to my sweatpants and t-shirt.

"What? I thought that's how you always dress." He teases.

I reach out and lightly shove his arm. "Come on." I turn around and motion for him to follow me inside. I pause on the steps when I realize he isn't following me. "What? My parents don't bite."

Remy hesitates a moment before following me inside.

"Who's he?" Trevor asks as he greets us at the front door.

"Remy." I says as I walks around him and go into the kitchen.

"Who's Remy?" Trevor asks again as he follows me.

I don't think I've seen anyone look more awkward than Remy did right then. He stood in the doorway to my kitchen, hands in his pockets, and eyes looking around as if he expected something to attack him.

"So I finally get to meet the man that kidnapped my daughter from school." My Mom says as she turns around from the sink.

"Mom it's been one night." I says as I sit at the counter to finish my coffee.

"Anyway, it's nice to meet you Remy. You can call me Tricia." My Mom says as she steps forward and offers Remy a hand.

Remy smiles awkwardly and shakes her hand. "Sorry about yesterday."

"No you're not." My Mom says bluntly. "Now I don't condone skipping school, but I'm sure she needed it."

"That's her way of thanking you." I chime in.

My mom turns to look at her. "Shouldn't you be getting dressed?"

"Right." I stand up and discard my coffee mug in the sink. "Trevor stop staring at him." I tell my brother as I pass by him. "I'll be right back." I tell Remy before disappearing upstairs. I felt a little guilty leaving him downstairs with my mom, but at least my dad wasn't home to interrogate him.

I was what you'd call a lie maintenance girl when it came to getting ready in the morning. Jean, a shirt, and a cardigan depending on the weather made up my outfit. A little bit of concealer under my eyes, run a brush through my hair and I was good to go.

I was downstairs quick enough to surprise Remy. He looks up from his spot at the dining room table and narrows his eyes at me. Sitting in his hands was a coffee mug. Looks like my mom's made him at home. Not really surprising knowing her.

"You ready?" I ask, leaning in the kitchen doorway.

"Let him finish his coffee first." My Mom says before Remy could answer.

"Yeah, let me finish my coffee first." Remy says defensively.

I roll my eyes as I walk over to the table and sit down across from him. "You're so slow."

Remy takes a long slow sip of his coffee before answering me. "You got ready to fast."

I deadpan at him. "Really? I got ready too fast?"

Remy nods his head.

"Hurry up." I whine. "At this rate we're going to be late."

"At this rate were going to be right on time." Remy says mimicking my whine.

"Which is late." I say with a finger pointed at him.

Remy sighs a lot louder and more dramatic than necessary. "Fine, I'm done."

I snatch the coffee cup from his hands and take it to the sink.

"I could have done that." Remy protests. I turn around to find my face colliding with his chest. He smelled good

"Hey!" I exclaim and put my hands on his chest to push him back.

"You're the one who ran into me." Remy says as he walks backwards.

"What was I supposed to do with you that close? Crawl through your legs?" I decided not to let the awkwardness of what I just said show in my face so I turn and walk to the front door instead.

I grab my backpack from the table next to the door and wait for Remy. Of course he takes his sweet old time walking down the hallway.

What seemed like hours later, it was more like three minutes, we were in the car and on the way to school.