Little Dove (Gene x Reader) | Phoenix Drop High

Chapter 9

(M/n) means Mother's name

Chapter 9 - Revenge

"Be at my house by 6," I told him, a mischievous grin on my face. "And dress nice."

"Dress nice?"

"Well, nicer than that," I responded, motioning to the skull on his shirt.

He rolled his eyes and scoffed. "What, are you taking me somewhere nice for revenge?"

I shrugged, "You'll have to find out."

•••

My mom makes me really nervous when I try to ask her something. She'll literally drop everything she's doing to listen to every word I say, deciphering it carefully. I don't know whether I should feel even more anxious today or not.

"Hey, mom?"

Instantly, she perked up, spinning around to look at me. "Yes?"

"Um, so I kind of invited a person to dinner tonight." I decided that telling her would be easier than asking her because then she would definitely turn my idea down.

I started to rub my hands together nervously when she got quiet, narrowing her eyes at me. "Who?"

"W-Well, you know them," I told her, trying to avoid answering, but I knew I had to tell her.

"And who might that be?"

"Gene. You know, that guy that I went to school with."

She smiled, but I could see that she was just trying to mask her unhappiness. My mom let out a laugh before turning around, grabbing onto the counter.

"Mom, you just don't understand him. You judged him too fast."

"I sure hope you're right," She replied before taking a deep breath. "You're lucky I bought extra food. Now, help me prepare dinner."

•••

I jumped in surprise when I heard the doorbell ring. We were just about done cooking dinner, we just had to get the rolls out of the oven and into the basket that we laid out. My mom has been quiet ever since I told her about Gene, but I understood that she just didn't want me to have bad influences. Ever since we moved, my mom's worse fear was to have me be in the wrong crowd like my brother was.

After gingerly placing the tray of bread onto the cooling rack, I hurried over to the door, knowing that it was better for me to greet Gene than my mom.

I unlocked the door and opened it, shocked by seeing Gene in a dress shirt. Even though I told him to dress nicely, I wasn't expecting him to take me seriously.

"Hey, Little Dove, you going to let me in or not?"

I took a sharp breath in before nodding my head, moving to the side so he could walk through the doorway. He gave me an odd look as he stepped into the house.

"S-Sorry, I was just surprised that you actually took my advice and dressed nicely for once."

As soon as I saw him smirk, I was going to make a comment telling him to not get ahead of himself, but my mom interjected before I could.

"Welcome," My mom greeted him, holding out her hand. There was a slight smile on her face but I could tell that she wasn't really excited or happy at all.

Gene shook her hand politely. "Thank you, Mrs. (L/n). You have a lovely home."

"Please, call me (M/n)."

I went back to the kitchen, not able to handle the uncomfortable tension between my mom and Gene. Unfortunately, I wasn't able to do anything because my mom had already put the bread in the basket and onto the table.

"We'll clean the kitchen later, (Y/n). For now, let's eat while the food is hot," My mom said, motioning me over to the dining table.

Since there were only three seats, we all sat around a round table silently, treating ourselves to the food in front of us.

"So, Gene, what do you like to do for fun?" My mom asked, still skeptical of him.

"My friends and I enjoy going to the park after school," He replied, offering a kind smile to my mom. Thank Irene he didn't mention the spray painting part.

"Oh, really? What're your friends like?"

I could tell he was getting a bit irritated with her questions, but he answered anyway. "They're a bit out of the ordinary but we would never let anyone in our group get in trouble alone."

"You get in trouble?" My mom instantly snapped, eyes so focused on Gene's face that I imagined this was some kind of police investigation.

Gene took a deep breath and kept a smile on his face. "I-"

"Mom, can we stop with the questions? I think you're making him uncomfortable," I interrupted, trying to keep Gene from saying something stupid.

Everything was silent after and there was a constant tension that kept on nagging at me. Maybe I shouldn't have interrupted, but I didn't want my mom to get more wrong ideas about him.

"Thank you for coming, Gene," I told him when we got outside. "I want to apologize in ad-"

"You don't need to apologize for your mother," He said, frowning at me, "I don't really care about that."

"You know that I invited you over so that my mom would have a better idea of who you are, right? She thinks you're a bad influence."

"Maybe I am," He smirked, "But you still like me, don't you?"

I couldn't help the heat that started to spread on my cheeks. "Shut up, you're not a bad influence. Maybe you do some things that are not that good, but you're not a bad person. Like you said at dinner, you won't let your friends be alone-"

"I get it," He responded, his face slightly pink. "You should probably get inside now, I have a feeling your mom isn't in a very pleasant mood."

Slowly, I smiled at him, happy that I could finally see a side of him almost no one else could.