Something About You..

Part 31: Fuck Fancy Feasts

-Alex's P.O.V-

It's after 6pm.

Nathan is sitting to the left of me, his parents are sitting on the other side of the table. There's a decent sized turkey sitting in the middle of the table with buttered mashed potatoes..

No, I'm just kidding. 

I am stuck at a restaurant with a whole mess of people that look well dressed, men are in ties and suits, and woman are in dresses. If I had to explain this, it feels like an elite meeting for the rich and fancy. Everyone is very smug, tight, closed off. Most their emotions seem forced. I am glued to Nathan by the arm he held firmly around my waist. It was uncomfortably tight. 

It was more of a protective action, couldn't help but wonder why. 

His mother motions us to her so he guides us through the crowd. I take the time to try to recognize some of the faces, but couldn't really. The event had just started moments ago, but there's chatter that some guests are running late, chatter about how excellent the venue looks, and murmurs of an announcement happening later. 

We make it to his mom. She smiles then sparks up a conversation, "Hello dear, it's so good to see you." She leans forward, grabbing onto the man next to her, she rubbed the pocket on his chest to get his attention, "Keith, darling. Nathan's here. He brought his friend". As she said that a man about 5'9 turned around looking at us, grateful not to be the only short person here, this town seems to have extra added hormones in the water supplies or something. He smiled extending his hand out to me. 

"Good to see you again, Alex. It is nice of you to make it. Nathan was excited to hear you could come." I extend my hand to shake his nervously, something about his smile made it all feel so.. creepy? Almost like he didn't want me here. 

"Thank you for having me." I reply smiling, almost as fake as I have seen the others. It felt wrong to smile though. This whole situation is giving me anxiety and I find myself looking around for the exists, just in case. 

"Nathan, go mingle. Bring her around and introduce her to others." Mr. Carter stated. 

"Okay, father. See you in a bit." Nathan replies, turning me back towards the party.

"What was that about" I say in a hushed tone as we approach the food table. Completely ignoring his father's recommendation to introduce me. 

Ignoring me,he hands me a plate so I start filling it up with small finger egg sandwiches and a few grapes. I keep the portions down in case I have to dance while we're here. I know it's a dinner event but there is a small section off to the side where people have taken to slow dancing to classic piano. It's a soft setting, dim lights, light food, white and red wine. The whole works. Of course since it's a restaurant, there is tables to sit down at and there will be dinner later.

There was a few people sitting down already. Then I spotted her as I was taking a bit of the egg salad. 

Sasha Banks, with her family. Her father, Stevie, and her mother, Crystal, sitting as the front of the family, they are faced with their backs against the crowd. Jennie and Melody, Sasha's little sister's, are playing patty-cake together next to the parents, while Sasha is talking to, what I believe to be, her older brother on the other side, facing towards the crowd. He was a senior last year while Sasha and I were sophomores. Not many people know much about him except he was a runner for the football team, and once tackled a kid so hard, he threw up instantly on the field. Bit scary I can admit. I take another bite of my sandwich, continuing my thought. 

The family consisted of blondes, Stevie now has salt and pepper hair, and Crystal has white hair now. They're much older so they were more noticeably blonde years ago.Stevie was a dirty blonde, Crystal was strawberry blonde. Crystal had Jennie and Melody in her 40's, Sasha and her brother were in her 30's. That makes the parents about 50 now. They have lived a well life. The town knows a lot about the family since they became the owners of the middle and high school. Honestly, it was their work into the school that made it better.