Wretched and Divine

Chapter 3

After talking with Lillian a bit, I saw Derien pull up and got into the car.

"How was your first day doll face?"

I blushed, covering my face with my bag.

"I told you not to call me that anymore! But it was alright. English is a snooze fest, but math was okay. I met this girl Lillian. She's gorgeous but looks like she lives in the slums. I'm going to... Show her some potential."

I smiled, but Derien gave me a disapproving look as we pulled from the school and headed back home.

"Now your mother invited some new people to tea today. There's a new family that just moved in, the Biersack's I believe their name is. Be polite. Amy and Chris have a son, Andrew. Chris goes by Brock, and Andrew goes by Andy. Please don't make a mockery of your family. "

I glared up at him, slouching down in my seat. My manners at tea were, sub par at best. I despised tea, and hated spending time pretending to be perfect in front of families my mother wanted to impress. It was a waste of time and frankly I'd rather do homework. I was slightly intrigued however. We rarely had new families. Most people were relatives or descendants of founding families and new families were rarely accepted, especially by my mother. I knew this tea would be imperative to this families success in out community, and for some reason I was inclined to be decent. Pulling into the drive, I thanked Derien and hopped out at the front door, climbing the stairs. There was a Cadillac in front of the car port, signifying I was late. The eighth deadly sin. I opened the door quietly, trying to sneak up the stairs. My mother saw me though, shooting me daggers and motioning for me to come into the parlor.

"Amy, Brock, Andrew, this is my daughter Tivana. "

I smiled sheepishly, surprised when Andy looked at my mother and spoke.

"Actually, like I said, I go by Andy. "

I was shocked, no one spoke to my mother that way. Surprisingly she just laughed an patted him on the back. He looked just as annoyed as I was to be there and I sympathized with him through my looks.

"Mother, why don't I show Andy around the property? You and Amy can gossip, and I know father would love to talk golf with Brock."

Andy's face washed with relief and with a nod from my mother, I grabbed his hand and pulled him out the door.

"I'm so sorry your mother pulled you to this thing. My mother, God bless her soul, is too damn nosy for her own good. "

He laughed, shooting me a smile.

"Thanks for saving me. Any longer and I may have shot myself. There's only so long you can listen to people talk of Dahlias before you go insane. "

I nodded, stopping in front of the fountain and flopping down on the bench.

"Sorry it took so long. Traffic was a bear, and honestly I think Derien, my driver, was hoping I'd miss it. So you're new here, are you going to be going to school here as well?"

He shook his head, joining me on the bench.

"No, I'm actually a musician. I had a band back home, and I'm hoping they will join me here soon. We're best mates, and I'm already missing them."

I smiled, intrigued. So he was a musician. That was new. That was certainly not a profession widely renounced around these parts, and regarding those tattoos peeking around the collar of his button down, it surely wasn't the back home sweet Alabama southern tunes my mother liked to kick on when she was helping with the cleaning. Maybe going to tea wasn't so bad after all.

(A/n it took FOREVER to upload I am much of the sorries. But hey, I hope this chapter was worth it. A bit short, but it's late and I'm refreshing myself on the whole story. Bear with me cx)