After Mom and I got home, we convinced my dad to make breakfast for dinner. I ran up to my room to start and finish my homework. It was still early in the year so a lot of my classes everything was a refresher. Culinary never had homework, other than to find a recipe that interests you and hand it in to make it at a later date. Mrs. Peckers was a teacher who forget things often, and made the period go by extremely fast.
Truthfully, French was the only class that held me up. It was just so different front what I was used to and took a lot of my brain to make it somewhat make sense. Finally, I finished and was exhausted beyond measure. I needed food to make it through the rest of the night. My phone dinged before I got up from my comfy spot on my bed.
Jessa: What's up?
Me: Just finished hw. About to go eat. You?
Jessa: Bored af.
Me: Can't help you there...
Jessa: Wanna go to the football game tomorrow?
Me: Ugh. I guess...
Jessa: It'll be fun! Mom will drive us.
Jessa: We can talk deets tomorrow.
Me: Sounds good.
Jessa: later Carls!
Me: Bye Jessa.
I hated going to the football games. They consisted of zero watching of the actual game and more walking between groups, getting up to be noticed, drinking, following around guys who we didn't even like, and freezing your butt off in the cold. They were lame, drama filled, and not my cup of tea.
But tomorrow was Friday and Friday games were always super energetic and people went nuts. I liked taking pictures on those days. Maybe I'd talk to Lauren and get some pictures for Tiger Press. Killing two birds with one stone and all of that.
I dropped my phone on my pillow, threw on some fuzzy slippers, and ran downstairs for dinner. The smell of bacon was already wafting up the stairs to my room.
Our house wasn't large, but it was decent sized. It was just my mom, dad, me, and our cat Harry. He was a small guy with gray and black stripes on his white body. Mom and dad had their room upstairs with a bathroom, and I had a matching set up on the other side of the hall. Downstairs was a kitchen, a family room, a dining room, an office for dad, and a bathroom. All of it was normal and average.
Most of the houses on the block were identical to ours. They were all little farmhouses varying from brown to white to gray, with colored shutters. Each house had a small front yard and a decent sized, fenced in back yard. We had a one car garage as well.
I loved my house and it really was a home. My parents were cool and let Jessa come over whenever she wanted. I wasn't allowed to be in my room with boys alone, not like the situation ever arose except one time in eigth grade that earned me a week of groundedness and a month of doing my own laundry. I was a quick learner.
"It's just about ready, Carley. Go set the table!" Dad called from the kitchen where I could now hear the bacon sizzling. My stomach gargled. I realized I was starving. I went into the kitchen where both mom and dad were and grabbed three sets of silverwear.
I always sat at the middle of the small four seat table. Mom and dad sat on either end, but it wasn't like some rich person's dinner time. We were all still close, could conversate without screaming and ate regular person food.
Finally, dad brought out a large platter of scrambled eggs, a plate of waffles with a bowl of fruit, and a huge pile of bacon. My stomach screamed even more to eat already. I took a sip of my orange juice.
"Okay, dig in," Dad said as he sat down with his beer in hand. Mom had a glass of wine. This was just a typical Thursday night in the Masterson household, and I loved it.
I filled my plate with what felt like ten eggs, a pound of bacon, and a large stack of waffles with strawberries and whipped cream. I got through about a quarter before my stomach was full to the brim. But I forced myself to stomach more.
"Did you have newspaper today?" Dad asked as we all started to slow down. We Masterson's could eat well and it was something we loved to do together. We loved to travel and find hidden restaurants we enjoyed. My favorite types of foods were of the breakfast variety and my absolute favorite was crepes with powdered sugar and nutella. Ugh. I think my stomach made room for more at the thought of crepes.
"Yeah. Lauren was being all slave-driver and pouring over it. She seemed super stressed."
"She's dedicated. There's something admirable about that," Dad said.
"When's your next test?"
"Um," I had to think about it. "I have an Algebra test at the end of next week, just on everything we've been going over lately. No idea when my next french quiz is but she likes to do them every other week so I'd think next Friday. My other classes aren't for a while. We just had our Earth Science review test."
"Oh, right. You were worried about that one," Mom said, shoving another bite of bacon in her mouth.
"Did you get your grade back?" Dad asked, finally putting down his fork for good.
"No. Probably tomorrow though. I think I did all right."
"I'm sure you did," Dad said.
"How's Jessa doing? Getting into trouble?" Mom asked.
"Not yet. But tomorrow we're going to the football game so I'm sure there'll be some drama that she wraps herself into there."
"Do you all have a ride?" Dad asked.
"Yep. Jessa said her mom will bring us after school. The game doesn't start until eight I think. I don't really know."
"You're a good friend," Mom said, knowing that I hate going to those games, but am frequently forced to go because of my dear friend Jessa. It really wasn't as bad as I made it out to be. It wasn't like I had anwhere else to go so it was nice to get out and see friends. And really, the drama never directly involved me so it wasn't like I cared much anyway. It was entertaining at least.
"Larry miscalculated the cost of the gouda that came in Wednesday night," Dad said to mom. My dad and mom owned a wine and cheese shop downtown. It was very low scale and was a tiny storefront, but the place was really cool and they sold knickknacks too. They were very proud of it, but constantly put down their one employee, Larry. It was funny.
"How much did it cost us?" Mom asked, and the two of them went into a twenty minute tirade on the overpriced cost of gouda and how they can't even use it in recipes to sell. I tuned a lot of it out because cheese wasn't exactly my passion like it was theirs, but I remained interested to keep them happy. I worked at the store a few nights to get some extra money.
After an hour of chitchat and a game of Sorry, I went to my room full and satisfied. It was only 10:30 p.m. but I needed my rest since tomorrow as going to be a long day at school plus a long night with Jessa. I made a mental note to wear my comfy sneakers and bring an extra sweater for the game.
I fell in love with Leo Daniels faster than you could say Leo Daniels. September 2016, I remember when it happened like it was yesterday. He was the seventeen-year-old, unattainable, lacrosse player who was way out of my league, but one day in the hall, he saw me.
I was fascinated with him, wanting to know why he pushed people away and why he acted so distant at certain times. He was strange and mysterious— and before long, he was mine.
Then we changed. Leo had a life that was foreign to me. In the town of Ridgebury, I was sheltered and accepted, and my family surrounded me with love. But Leo’s life was toxic. And his poison burned into me.
What was I supposed to do? Leave him to avoid what was sure to be a terrible ending, or stay by his side? I deserved better, but so did he. If I stayed, would we lose everything? What was the price of our love?
© Taylor Lavati 2017
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