What Goes Around Comes Back Around

Chapter Fifteen

I decided to ride with my mom and Jen instead of Nathan on the way to his house because I needed to figure out why they agreed to this dinner. I thought they hated him as much as I did. I laid out in the backseat, glad that Austin was staying at a friends house because, well, this could get ugly. I took a deep breath, trying to gather my thoughts together before speaking.

"So, care to explain why we're doing this?" I tried to keep the attitude out of my voice but it didn't go over too well.

"Bethany I-" my aunt started.

"I mean you do remember how Nathan has been staying with us all because of him?" I cut her off.

"Beth"- she tried again.

"You didn't see the way he cried all because of-"

"Bethany would you stop and listen to us for just a second?!" She yelled and the tone of her voice made me stay quiet, you never wanted to make my mom angry.

She continued when she realized I wouldn't be interrupting anymore. "Jackson apologized for the situation he caused and thought it was time for us to get to know each other and we both agreed."

"And Miranda is so nice and she wanted us to come just as much." Jenny added.

I could only sigh, but not loud enough for them to hear. They were set on this and I was just ready to get it over with. I think it's gonna be a long night.

*

As soon as Miranda opened the door, she ushered us into the kitchen where Nathan and his dad were standing, and I could faintly here Alexis playing upstairs. I walked straight into Nathan's arms, holding on just as tight as he was me, knowing that we both didn't want to have to go through this. My eyes were closed against his chest, but I could hear the sound of a cork opening and our moms and my aunts cheers before the patio door opening and closing. At least they were going to be having fun tonight.

The tension in the kitchen was horrible, Nathan was stiff and his dads breathing was audible, but no one said anything. Until.

"Bethany, could I talk to you for a minute? Alone?" His dad asked.

I turned around in Nathan's arms and was about to reply before Nathan beat me to it. "No you can't." His voice was cold and I hated hearing it that way.

I wanted to go along with what he said, but curiosity got the better of me and I needed to know what his dad wanted to say.

I turned around again and leaned up so I could whisper in Nathan's ear. "I'm just gonna see what he has to say okay? I promise I'll be right back and we can get out of here." I pulled back with a smile and a quick kiss. I started walking towards his dad, motioning for where he wanted us to go to talk.

"Follow me." He said.

He led us down a hallway I hadn't been down before and opened a door, flicking on a light and walking down a set of stairs that I assumed was the basement. When we got to the bottoms it was too dark to see anything, so I waited for my eyes to adjust before a light flicked on, and what I saw made a surprised gasp leave my mouth.

Trophies lined three of the four walls in the basement, different shapes and sizes but all clearly from hockey. But I knew none of them were Nathan's since they were all in his room, so they had to be...

"They're mine, if you didn't know," his dad said, confirming my thoughts. "Want to hear a story?"

I only nodded, not interested in the story but more of what it had to do with anything. We sat down on the couches in the center of the room, opposite of each other. He took a deep breath before starting.