Bent. Not Broken (On Hold)

Chapter 9

"Oh my gosh this is the best spaghetti I have ever tasted." Remy says before stuffing another fork full of noodles into his mouth.

"Thank you Remy." My mom says. Her face was beaming from the compliment.

"Remy? Is that shirt for something?" My dad asks. He sat at the head of the table, opposite my mom.

Remy nods his head as he swallows his food. "It's short for Remington."

My eyebrows shoot up in surprise. His name was Remington? It suited him very well.

At this point in time my younger brother would usually pipe up and say Remy's name was weird then proceed to ask a million questions. Thankfully, my brother was at a friends house supposedly doing homework. We all knew that meant playing video games.

"An English name. Are you're parents from England?" My Dad asks curiously.

One of the biggest things I loved about my dad was that he was cool around boys. He didn't act all over protective and intimidate them. My parents were really cool around people I brought over.

"No, my dads just really obsessed with English literature." Remy explains. He looks over at me and arches an eyebrow.

"Remington Collins." I say slowly, mulling over the words. "What's your middle name?"

I could see the hesitation on his face. He looks down at his plate. "Nolan." He mumbles.

I lean forward and tilt my head to the side. "What was that? I couldn't hear you." A slight smirks forms on my lips. I enjoyed teasing him.

Remy narrows his eyes at me. "Nolan." He repeats, louder this time.

"Remington Nolan Collins." I say the words slowly and in my best British accent. "Nice."

Remy rolls his eyes at me.

"Are you a senior as well?" My mom asks as she grabs the salad bowl.

Remy nods his head. "Yep. Only six more months until I'm free."

My mom chuckles lightly. "You sound like Natasha. She even has a countdown to graduation."

"I hate high school." I say defensively. At least my mom didn't tell him I started the countdown my sophomore year.

"What are your plans after you graduate?" My dad asks. They were genuinely interested, but just making small talk.

"Remy has a full ride sports scholarship to the University if Washington." I say and smile at Remy. Pride swells up in me, pride for him.

A blush creeps up on his cheeks and he ducks his head in embarrassment.

My dad reaches over and pats him on the back. "Congrats. What do you hope to study?"

Remy bites his lip. It was almost as if all the attention was making him nervous. "Uh, well I'd like to get into football professionally. But I'll also be studying business."

Business? I never would have guessed. I was leaning many new things about Remy this evening. He was not at all what I had expected.

"What position do you play?" My Dad was a huge football fan. That's all he and Tanner would talk about. Tanner would come over for dinner on Sunday nights and the two of them would be stuck in front of the TV. I liked that my dad and boyfriend got along. Made things easier.

"Wide receiver." Remy answers my dad. He continuously chewed on his lip when he wasn't talking. That was the only sign that he was nervous.

Tanner played center. He was short and boxy, perfect for the position. Remy was tall and lean. His body was built to run. I've never really paid attention to any of the players other than Tanner while watching the games.

Remy and my dad fall into a conversation of football. I look over at my mom and she gives me knowing smile. It was like Tanner and my dad all over again. At least my parents liked Remy. I was learning to like him a lot as well.

When dinner was over Remy and I helped my mom clear the dishes. She quickly shoes us out of the kitchen to relax in the living room.

I plop myself down on the couch. I pat the spot next to me for Remy to sit down. The cushion sinks with his weight and I end up leaning into him.

"Sorry." I mumble before sitting up and leaning away from him.

Remy opens his mouth but his words get swept away by the sound of the front door swinging open.

My younger brother stomps inside. He drops his backpack on the floor and walks into the living room. "Who's He?" Those were the first words out of his mouth as he points at Remy.

"This is Remy." I say before getting cut off.

"Is He you're new boyfriend?" For a thirteen year old, he still acted like he was seven.

"Just a friend." Remy says and gives my brother a smile.

My brother shrugs his shoulders. "Cool." He turns in his heels and marches into the kitchen.

Remy lifts his wrist to check his watch. "I should probably get going." He says before looking at me.

I not my head and stand up. "I'll walk you out."

"I want to thank your mom first." Remy says as he stands up. He walks into the kitchen and thanks my mom for dinner. I could just hear the smile on her face. He comes into the hallway a few moments later.

I open the front door and wait for him to put his shoes and coat back on.

"You're parents are cool." Remy says as we step outside.

"They really like you." I stop and turns to face him.

Remy's eyebrows shoot up. "They do?"

I nod my head. "You know, you're not what I expected."

Remy tilts his head to the side. "What did you expect?"

I shrug my shoulders. What had I expected? To be honest. "I had expected you to be a jerk. To live up to your reputation."

Remy chuckles humorlessly. "The one about me being a player?" He questions to which I nod my head. "Look, I like sex. Not going to lie about that. I like to date, but I'm not looking for a serious relationship. Doesn't mean I don't know how to be in a serious relationship, just don't want to. So when a girl starts to want more than just fun, I end things. Some girls don't like that and start to drag my name though the mud." He finishes by shrugging his shoulders.

He was nothing like I had expected. He was so much better. "Well Remington Nolan Collins, way to break the stereotype."

Remy shakes his head and walks to his car. "You are going to make me regret ever telling you that."

"I know." I say innocently. I stay outside and watch as Remy backs out of the driveway.