Unlikely ✓

Eleven: Horror or Slasher?

POV: Nathan Westmore

"Your parents have bible study tonight, right?" Jax questioned.

I nodded. "Yeah, why?"

"Movie night."

After that he walked off to his last class, leaving me struggling to get a book into my locker and lock it at the same time.

It was a normal thing for my friends to invite themselves over with the promise of a movie.  Most nights ending with one of them—at least—throwing up because they ate too much candy or snacks in general while watching the movie.

Jax and Mandy might not have had much in common but a not so great home life was one of them.  Jax's parents were never home—which might be a dream for some people, to have a huge house to yourself along with a maid and personal chef.  Jax on the other hand hated it.  He was raised by everyone but his own parents.

So when he got tired of being there alone—or when his parents went on a longer trip than normal we would have a movie night or game night.

I didn't really mind and neither did my parents.  I mean we could be out drinking and partying with God knows who and wake up with a random guy in a bathtub without barely any clothes—wait that already happened...

Aggravated, I grabbed the book that refused to be put in my locker and shoved it back into my backpack.  Then I lightly slammed my locker shut and walked to my last class just in time to see the door being shut.  I knocked on it and luckily it was English, my best grade.  The teacher let me in and I apologize for being late before quickly taking my seat.

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I helped my dad with dinner when I got home and set the table for the three of us.

By 'helped', I mean I set the table and put the food on said table while he did all the cooking and my mother finished up a pie I knew Zen would actually kill for.

"Jax and them are coming over later for a movie night," I gave them a heads up.

It wasn't that my parents cared, they just liked to be told beforehand if there was a beforehand.  Sometimes my friends would just show up and let themselves in with the spare key.

Luckily though my parents were pretty laid back for the most part.  There weren't any rules I didn't disagree with and they weren't overly strict either.

I blame my mother's college years.  Compared to her or even Addison, I was the family angel, then again a lot of people were when comparing those two.

"Okay," my dad nodded.

That was that.

After dinner, I quickly got my homework done which should have been easy but ended with me on the phone with Zen—who could barely answer me properly.

"You only want me for my brain," he muttered with a groan.

How was that a horrible thing to want someone for—plus it wasn't the only reason—wait that sounded wrong.

"Shut up.  You only want me for my as—" I shook my head.  "—not the point, can you just tell me if I'm right or wrong."

He sighed as if I was asking for a kidney or something other than looking over my page of science homework I sent him.

"You got nine, but three and seven are way off, want me to tell you the answer?"

"No, just tell me how to get the answer," I corrected him.