Brandon Evers is a Senior; a popular jock at Victor Prince High School. He's a player on and off the field. Surprised? Brandon doesn't want to be to tied down to any relationship, but his parents keep trying to push him into one by trying to get hi...
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Brandon Evers' tie was beginning to choke him as he waited in the restaurant booth with his parents, Calvin and Laura Evers. He untightened his tie and undid the first three buttons of his white dress shirt. He hated these dinner outings. As much as he hated wearing these black pleated pants. His mother looked at him disapprovingly at his dishevelled look. Tonight, they were dinning at the Lovely Luisa, an upscale Italian cuisine restaurant. The Evers were waiting for their guests to arrive, it's been nearly thirty minutes.
"Are you guys ready to order?" A waiter came up to ask for a third time.
"Actually, we were just leaving, cancel our reservation," Brandon's father stood buttoning up his suit jacket. He turned a tanned wrist to look at his watch.
The weather had gotten so nice that the Evers' went boating almost every weekend, and their already tanned skin had gotten even more tanned.
"Right this way!" A hostess said leading small family towards the Evers' table.
"We are so sorry, we're late!" The Bohldens began stripping off their jackets. "Calvin," the man reached across booth and shook Calvin's hand.
"Oh please, David, nothing to worry about." He assured him. "Traffic is terrible, we know, we thought we were going to keep you waiting."
David still smiled apologetically. This dinner was major and he already started on the wrong foot, he was thirty minutes late. Calvin showed no disdain towards him, but he was sure the man had probably noted this. "Uh, this is my wife Abigail and our daughter Bridget."
The mother and daughter duo looked almost identical. They were both taller than David, pale white and had voluminous, fiery red hair. Bridget was wearing a silky, purple knee-length halter-dress with a black waist belt.
"This is my wife Laura," Calvin put his arm on the small of his wife's back and then moved to cupping both of Brandon's arms. "This is our son, Brandon."
They all greeted and shook hands with one another. Brandon's father put his hand out directing them to sit down as he unbuttoned his jacket.
As the Bohldens settled, Laura turned to the waiter that was still waiting and told them to come back in a couple minutes.
Bridget sat directly across from Brandon; they gave each other small smiles. They already knew each. They both attended Victor Prince High School, in fact they had several of the same classes. Like Brandon she was hung around the popular crowd.
"Hello, I'm Felisha, I'll be your server tonight," the new waitress said— her eyes her locked on Brandon.
