The Falling of Arrowsmith High

Confessions

Ethan's POV

I'm so nervous. What will they say? What will they do?

I turn to my boyfriend.

"Maybe this isn't such a good idea."

"Stop Ethan. You can't think like that. Stay positive and hope that all will go well." Jason tells me.

This is why I like him so much. I kiss him.

"You're so nice Jason. How could my parents possibly not like you?"

He just smiles.all of a sudden I hear a car in the driveway.

"They're here!" I shout.

We run out of my room to go to the front door. Don't be nervous Ethan.

"Hi mom, Hi Dad."

"Hi Ethan. Is this the friend you invited over for dinner?" My mom asks.

"Yep. This is Jason."

"Hello Jason." My dad says.

"Hello Mr. And Mrs.Rodgers."

"Shall we go in for dinner?" My mom asks.

"Yeah."

We go inside and seat ourselves at the table, Jason by me. We eat and talk and they ask Jason questions about school and stuff. When we're done, it's time to tell them.

"So Mom, Dad me and Jason have something to tell you." I start

"What is it honey?" My mom asks.

"Me and uh Jason are um...." I stutter.

"We're dating." Jason and I say in unison.

My parents stand there shocked for a moment and then my dad speaks.

"Hold on a second." He excuses himself out of the room.

My mother. She isn't staring at Jason or me. She is staring at our hands, that are held together.                

" I need to go see your father..." she is still staring at our hands, as she leaves the room.                      

I can feel my eyes start to water.                                                                                                                          

" Ethan look at me." I gaze into his eyes. The sound of my parents shouting drowns out.                      

" I love you."                                                                                                                                                              

" I love you too." And then he kisses me.                                                                                                            

It was gentle, but still passionate. He pulls away.                                                                                           

" Ethan, I-"                                                                                                                                                                 

" YOU SON OF A BITCH, GET OFF OF MY SON!"                                                                                             

My father is standing at the top of the stairs, holding a semi-automatic rifle, with mom pitched at his side.                                                                                                                                                                            

" Dad, please list-" I am cut off by the sound of a bullet rushing past my ears, and into my head.