When The Truth Comes Out

Dinner and whip cream?

Chapter 6:

Dinner and whip cream?

     I had approximately thirty-seven minutes until Lucas was suppose to arrive, meaning he would have Landon in toe. This news had ruined my day. 

     Megan's original plans were to go to the movies with Lucas then corner back around here to grab some desert. Unfortunately they decided to skip the movie and just join in on our family dinner. This was just my luck, how was I going to spend around two hours with my child's father? An awkward time, but only for me, since Landon's is, and will stay, unaware. My mother was down stairs fixing up whatever was "healthy enough for growing teenage boys", quoted straight from my mother’s words. 

     My dad told me to go upstairs and make myself look presentable, so now here I was standing in my closet looking through tons of unused clothes.          

     When you attend a private school, there is honestly no reason to shop every other week. No, not litterly, but still. My dad insisted I keep my clothes in style to show his hard work. Something me and my sister both, found childish. 

     I never really thought to ask my dad what his exception of "presentable" was. So I was stuck rummaging through my things for any outfit that would impress. Not that I was trying to impress anyone, at least not that I was aware.

     I had already straightened my hair, and shaded some makeup on, I perceived it was enough but my dad only found my attitude irksome, since I was still in a pair of jogging pants, and my pink zip up hoodie; he sent me back up to my room immediately. 

     Eventually after getting too emotional because of a stupid outfit, I decided on a pair of blue jeans a pink baby-doll top(due to trying to hide my growing stomach), and my gray Toms. I looked at my body thoroughly in the mirror, the shirt laid loosely over my stomach, and the jeans made me look the same as I always had. Of course being almost four months pregnant or so,I wasn't showing much. But when I did eventually begin to show I had another reason to mentally kick myself, even when I'm already down. 

     I ran down the stairs, one at a time, until I turned at the banister. My dad looked up at my booming footsteps,

"Thank you! That is so much nicer sweetie," he gushed putting another fork down on the table.

"Thanks," I mumbled back. 

     I walked into the kitchen, finding Cameron and my mother laughing. Megan was leaning at the end of the counter munching in a piece of celery. 

"Whats so funny?" I questioned as I eased my way into the conversation. 

"Oh nothing, Cameron was just telling me one of his goofy college stories." My mother answered. 

"Which one?" I curiously asked. 

Cameron looked to his left, I followed his gaze and nothing was there. I had the feeling he was avoiding me, or avoiding talking to me. The feeling of anguish passes through my eyes, I tried my hardest to keep it from furthering questions. 

"Well go on, tell her," my mother commanded. I stood there waiting, not sure if he was going to share his story with me. 

Cameron's face turned from uncomfortable, to a huge grin. Almost like he had totally changed his mood.

"Well, I was on one of the campuses  benches, and I looked down..." He proceeded telling his experience over again. By the end I was actually laughing,  which was something that was beginning to seem like a foreign language. 

After that my mother implied one of her days of college, all the way up until the doorbell echoed through the house. My sister stepped away from the counter and straightened out her skirt, then she went fast walking through the house until she found the front door, a bright smile never altering from her face.