A Girl and Her Boys

Chapter 3

"Ok guys serve yourself some pasta." My mom says. All the boys jump up and grab a plate. They act as they live here more than I do. Also, how big is this table because 9 people have to sit at it.

But I wait for everyone else to get their food. There is plenty of food, and I don't usually eat a lot so I will be fine after 6 boys. I'm not even that hungry, with having my whole life turn around and everything I've sort of lost my appetite for now.

We all sit down at this table in a huge dining room that wasn't there when I lived here before. They must have built this room when I was gone. I didn't think they changed anything, but they seemed to add a whole other house to our house. I've never seen this back part before.

We are all sitting down together around my now huge dining table. I wonder if this is a normal thing, like eating as a family? And who are these guys?

"So Lilly why are you here?" Someone asks I look up from my food that I was just moving around and playing with on the plate. All the boys are staring at me, except Peyton, he is in a staring contest with my stepdad? That sounds so weird.

I am assuming Peyton asked that, I mean it seems like something he would say. The rude attitude and all.

"Um I'm not sure, guess I missed my mom." That's a lie my dad didn't want me anymore. So my mom gets me.

"Well we are happy you are here." My mom says smiling at me and then continuing to eat her food.

"Thanks" I mumble as I look back down at my food, and the awkward silence starts again.

"So boys, Lilly will be joining you guys tomorrow at school." Mr. Mortimer says, and all I can think is shit. I have to go to a new school.

"Oh cool! She'll love it, and we will help her around." One of the boys near me says. I think the one with black hair and earrings said it. But now all of them are looking at me again, and not in a good way, it's like they are going to eat me alive.

"That's great Chase! You boys are so nice, I'm glad Peyton has such great friends!" My mom said, she's clearly missing how big of a suck-up this kid is. No way he's actually this nice of a kid.

"And soon Lilly will be our friend!" Chase said again, he finally took his eyes off me, but everyone else's eyes stayed. He gave a sweet fake smile to my mom, and my mom smiled back, fully falling for his plans. God if only I could groan aloud because I can not believe this shit.

Instead I decided to just stay quiet and nod. I picked at my food some more, ignoring what everyone else has to say at dinner. Every now and then I would look up and catch one or two of the boys looking at me. I still have no clue what their names are and why they would be here and not at home eating with their own family, but whatever.

One of the boys wouldn't stop looking at me during dinner, like dude what the heck is your problem. He had brown hair, blueish eyes, seemed tall, I have really no clue. It was creepy like he was trying to look into my soul and figure out who I was. Which I didn't like at all.

I don't want to know these boys or be friends with them, which they probably don't want to be friends either. I just want to make my way through my junior year, find colleges, maybe make a few friends I don't care. The only friends I need are Netflix, Hulu, and Disney Plus.

We finally end this awkward weird annoying dinner, and I get to go to my room. At least I thought I did.

"Lilly why don't you hang out with Peyton?" Mr. Mortimer says, making all of us teenagers turn around and stare at him.

"Uhhhh no, I think I'm just going to shower and go to sleep. Big day tomorrow." I awkwardly say, which a chuckle at the end. God why am I so awkward, and a chuckle really? I sound psychotic.

"No Lilly you really should come and hang out with us." And my eyes dart over to the voice. It's the kid who was looking at me all of dinner. What does he want now, wasn't he satisfied with making me uncomfortable at dinner?

"I mean sure, Sam invited you so come on Lilly," Peyton says as they all turn and walk upstairs. I guess that's my signal to follow them, but I really just really don't want to. I turn to my mom with pleading eyes and she just looks at the stares, telling me to follow and go with them.

At least one good thing came out of that conversation, I know that uncomfortable dinner boy is named Sam.