Chapter 31 - Successful Disaster Part 2
"Wow, Ella, you look a lot better with the make-up." Scarlett snarled. Shit! We didn't think of this, here we are trying to make sure I am the perfect thing to freak out his parents hate me. But other people know I dont look like this on a normal bases. But thankfully, she didn't say anything past that. Andrew sat beside her, smirking. Tyler's mom mumbled something about getting Tyler's father.
"While she does that, I am going to go to the bathroom." Scarlett huffed, and planted a big, wet, and noisy kiss on Andrew. I fake coughed.
"Whore." Cue second fake cough. She turned to me, and I smiled sweetly at her. She rolled her eyes at left, Tyler grabbed my hand and tugged me to my chair, and pushed it in for me.
"What a gentlemen. You sure are going to piss Mom off, but I think the zits were a little much." Andrew said to Tyler. Tyler tensed. "Don't worry, I did the same thing. Except I wasn't actually in love with the girl I used to piss mom and dad off." Tyler still seemed tense, but laughed. I sighed in relief. Tyler was convincing enough to Andrew too, to make him believe we were in love. And within 15 minutes, everyone was ready to eat.
"Can you please pass the honey, honey?" Mrs.Peterson asked Tyler's dad. Scarlet chuckled, with her.
"Can you pass the sugar, sugar?" Scarlett asked Andrew. Andrew rolled his eyes, and Tyler huffed.
"Can you pass the......" I said looking at Tyler, everyone looked at me expectantly. "Can you pass the bacon, pig?" I asked Tyler, unsure of anything else to say. Tyler and Andrew chocked on their laughter, while Scarlett snorted at me.
"Wow Ella. You are adorable, you remind me of when I was young in stupid." I snort laughed.
"Your so funny Scarlett, you remind me of a slut." I snort laughed again. The room stayed silent, until the food was passed out. I purposefully packed my plate full, mixing my food, dropping food on the table, and taking a big bite, and chewing with my mouth open. I felt really gross, but Tyler said his mom and dad HATED bad manners.
"Do you want a fork, Ella?" Mrs. Peterson asked.
"No" I said with food in my mouth. I had just picked up a piece of the steak and plopped it in my mouth.
"Wow, You really are a pig." I rolled my eyes at her. I looked over at Andrew.
"I know their both cute, but apparently you just wanted the last name Peterson. Scarlett Peterson. I guess it kind of fits you. Scarlett will have a Peter Soon..." I snickered. Mr.Peterson practically choked on his food.
"Its just soooo unfortunate. If it doesn't work out with Andrew, you'll have to put your skills on Mr.Peterson." I snort giggled, and Tyler smiled at me, and discretely sent me a wink. Mrs.Peterson cleared her throat.
"So Mrs. Peterson. How was church?" Scarlett asked, sweetly. I almost gagged.
"Well, it went very well, Today I was planning the...." I cut her off, knowing she hated being interrupted, she turned red.
"Please, God is a completely unscientifically, and nonfactual was for people to get money for 'church reasons'. Really the big bang theory is the proper-able, idea." I said, again, hitting her religion was yet another thing to piss her off.
"Excuse me, Jesus Christ my savior and father, cured me of cancer." Mrs. Peterson's voice was sharp and angry. I snort laughed.
"No advanced medicine, and technology created by Scientist cured your cancer." Mr. Peterson slammed his hand agasint the table.
"Tyler, Honey... Kitchen, Now!" With one frosty glare from Mr.Peterson and a kiss on the head and a wink from Tyler. They both left the room.
"Ella, that was perfect." Andrew raised his hand in a high-five motion, after a long ten minutes of silence, and hushed voices from the Kitchen. I smiled and laughed normally and high-five him back. Scarlett turned bright red.

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