Unbearable (Unexpected Sequel)|✔️

28- Coffee Part 2

Although the weekend was over and Monday was looming over me, I was a little excited. My bantering with Dean at his house put me in an oddly good mood. It helped me release a little anger on him. Of course, I wanted to say so much more, but it was enough to keep my temper at bay.

I chewed my eggs as I looked at my parents. They were exchanging intense stares that I knew all too well. It was something I'd grown familiar with in the past months.

Ryder nudged my leg under the table and I absentmindedly tossed him a small chunk of my egg.

"He's going to get fat if you keep that up," Justin pointed out, also watching the exchange between our parents.

He had a point. I was known for feeding Ryder human food, even though it wasn't necessarily good for him. What did it matter? He was a dog for god's sake! He'd eat so much worse if he lived in the wild.

Plus I wasn't immune to his puppy dog eyes.

I glanced over at my brother. We shared our own secret exchange, knowing exactly what was about to go down.

My dad cleared his throat, capturing our attention. "So, kids, how are you doing?"

I held back an eye-roll, but not the snippy attitude. "Just tell us when you're leaving."

He sheepishly ducked his head down. My mom frowned but didn't call me out on my tone. "Tonight. I have another conference."

"Shocker," I mumbled into my orange juice.

Justin kicked me from under the table. "Alright," he murmured. Neither of us even bothered to ask when they were coming back. They weren't exactly known for their accurate scheduling.

My dad lifted his ashamed gaze to meet ours. "We're sorry! You know that–"

"Justin, do you want a ride to school today?" I asked, interrupting him. It was a little petty, but I was in no mood to hear the same crappy excuses over and over again.

When my parents started traveling more, I was excited at first. I mean, a huge home without parents called for the most fun parties. Not to mention, I was free to do anything I wanted.

But as time went on and they got busier and more reckless with communication, that exhilarating feeling just faded away. I got sick of being stuck in an empty house. Not to mention I found it completely insensitive that they were okay with leaving me home alone knowing damn well I hated spending the night alone.

Justin always took these mini-vacations as an opportunity to sleepover at a friend's house. I couldn't even blame him. I wouldn't wanna stay here either.

Getting Ryder was nice because I no longer had to bother my friends about spending the night with me. I definitely felt safer, but he could only ease so much loneliness.

"Uh, sure," Justin answered warily. I barely ever offered him a ride anymore. We both knew he enjoyed riding the bus to hang out with his girlfriend.

I stuffed the last mouthful of egg into my mouth and put the dish in the dishwasher. "Come on, we'll be late."

"But–"

The stern look I gave him shut him up. We weren't actually going to be late but I wanted to get away from my parents and their looks.

If they felt so sympathetic for me, why would they keep leaving?

I didn't wait for Justin as I practically stormed to my car. I chucked my bag in the backseat.

My hand lingered on the door handle when my name was called out. I looked up to see Andrew leaning against his fancy-ass car sporting an amused look. "Everything okay?"