The Masters

Chapter 8- Turner

Chapter 8- Turner

I would be lying if I said I wasn't determined. Catherine didn't think I was a good person and I was going to prove to her that I was. I spent all night thinking about ways to show her I was a good person. Wandering around town, I tried to think of something I could do or tell her to make her see me in a different light. By the time I actually got home, it was almost one in the morning and everyone was gone. My parents and Sadie were asleep and the house was quiet. I tried to climb the stairs and go to my room to sleep, but I couldn't. I was completely obsessed with trying to find a way to show Catherine who I really was. I stayed awake for almost the whole night, clearing up the already clean backyard. I guess the guys were kind enough to tidy the place up before going home, but I was so caught up in figuring out my plan, that I combed every inch of our backyard and made sure it was spotless. I went on and skimmed the pool, contemplating where a good place to take her out would be, and when that didn't work, I went into the pool house and stripped the sheets of the two beds and put them in the washer. But even then, I still couldn't figure out a way to get Catherine to like me.

By the time I got the sheets from the washer to the dryer and then back onto the beds in the pool house, I was physically spent. I couldn't find anything else to occupy myself with and still couldn't find a solution to my problem. I had to approach this delicately, making sure there was no way Catherine could spin anything I did into something shallow or sex-driven, my grand gesture needed to be sincere, something that would make her fall to her knees and be completely consumed with being with me. I needed her to be thinking about me all the time like I did her. I needed her to be mine.

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"Turner!"

My eyes snapped open to the bright sun beating down on me and I turned my face to the side to avoid its unforgiving rays to my mom's feet beside me. Groaning, I pushed myself into sitting position and rubbed my eyes before looking at my mom. "Hey mom."

"Turner, what are you doing out here?" she asked sternly, looking down at me. "Bennett said you were staying at Aaron's."

"Right," I mumbled, quickly thinking of a reason as to why I was asleep on the grass in the backyard with a pounding headache. "I... Umm..." I stumbled over my words, trying to remember how I got here, but the last think I could remember was my debate with myself over whether or not I should tell Catherine about last year to get her to believe I was a good person. However, in the end, I decided against it. "I must have sleep-walked over here."

"Sleep-walk, my ass Turner," she said angrily, "I would be more angry but the yard is clean, so whatever. Go shower, your father wants to speak to you." She turned and went back into the house, leaving me alone and contemplating whether or not I could avoid taking to my dad.

Picking myself of the ground, I dragged myself into the house and grabbed a glass of water before going upstairs to take a shower. I stepped under the waterfall of warm water and washed away all the grime from last night, wondering where in the house my dad would be. I needed to plan my escape perfectly to avoid running into my dad and luckily, in this huge house, it wouldn't be that difficult. Would it be childish if I called and asked Sadie to check for me, just in case?

When I got out of the shower, I dried off, pulled on a pair jeans and a shirt and grabbed my phone off my bed. Ignoring the missed calls and texts, I texted Bennett and Aaron and thanked them for covering for me before calling Daniel.

"What's up baby bro?" he answered over a high pitched scream.

"Um, nothing really," I winced, my head disagreeing with Emma's continual screaming.