Breaking The Game [Book #1]

Chapter 24: Part 1

Allie

I think about all the events that lead up to this moment; meeting Alix's parents. I bite away at my nails and fingers. I'm nervous and not really looking forward to it. Work went by fast - of course on the day where I wanted to stay busy. It's late in the afternoon.

It's not Alix that bothers me; it's the fact that she has a family. Her family doesn't sound gay friendly either.

It's hot in this bus. The heater is on and people are crowded next to me on their way home. I have a black book bag with me that have my clothes and extra stuff inside. I'm on the bus because I didn't want to get picked up by Alix and her dad. I told her I needed some breathing room until I got there. I'm not sure if she understands, but I'm breaking rule number seven:

'Avoid her family, specifically her parents.'

My black skinny jeans are beginning to irritate my legs. I put extra deodorant on, especially wearing this long sleeved shirt. Its navy blue (Alix wanted me to wear it. Her parents are pro Wolves apparently.)

I attempted to look as nice as possible. My black plugs are tight in my ears and my hair is in a neat low ponytail. I've also tried to cover as much of my tattoos as possible. The only sections of my body I can't hide are my hands/fingers and my neck. I told Alix to try and ease her way in their about me being a little on the 'wild' side. Something tells me she hasn't even bothered yet.

Alix lives on the rich side of town, which isn't too far. It's just outside the city. I'm trying to picture her house, but all I can imagine is a mansion. I miss the feeling of North's dress against my fingertips. It comforts me at night and whenever I feel a little off. Today I'll have to do without it.

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I'm standing across the street from Alix's large house. This area is quiet, clean and weird. All the trees are aligned and it looks like I can eat a whole meal from off the ground; no broken and unleveled concrete. It's cold, but Alix's house distracts me as I look at its every detail. The sun is beginning to set.

The house is two stories for sure, but I'm not sure if Alix owns both stories. The house is white, blocked off by a medium sized black gate that goes around the perimeter off the house. The windows are large; two beside the black front door and two up top, which is probably the second story. There are black stairs with black railings leading up to the front door of her house.

A freshly painted mailbox sits outside the black gate. Alix's front door has the number seven on it. The number is gold and the peek hole is also outlined in gold.

I push myself across the street. A lump forms in my throat. I already texted Alix that I'm here. I want to turn back now. I can already hear Alix's parents commenting on the way I look - the way I carry myself. The street feels long and everlasting until I reach the sidewalk.

I approach the black gate. My book bag starts to irritate me. I want to go home and bring Alix with me. I can't be in a relationship without meeting her parents?

"Allie!?" I hear.

I look around, but see no one. It's Alix's soft voice that comforts me, but I still can't see her.

"I'm over here!" She called.

I snap my head over to the far left and see Alix standing by the side of her house. I didn't even notice the backyard - that's how terrified I am. She's wearing a white tank top and I could see her white bra straps. Her hair is in a ponytail and her grey yoga pants look great on her. At least I have something to distract me.

She walks from the side of her backyard and approaches the black gate. She looks happy, but I can tell she's just as nervous as I am. Not every day you walk into your girlfriend's rich house and meet her homophobic fitness finessed parents.