Chapter 7: Sprained
I look down at my phone, annoyance radiating through my body as it rings with my sisters face on the screen.
Not only is she calling, but she's FaceTiming.
I groan to myself and reach over, swiping the bar to answer. I get out of bed, tripping on one of my shoes, and turn on the light. My face in the corner appears as I look down at my sister.
"Nathan, Mason told me you went on a motorcycle!" She screeches.
And she's not alone. Mom is behind her, and my Dad, and I can hear movement in the kitchen. I can tell she's in the kitchen by the color of the wall behind her.
That means Julian is in there.
I walk back to my bed and flop down.
"And?" I press.
"That's reckless!" Mom scolds. "How can you be so careless, Nathan! You could've been injured!"
Peyton sets the phone up so I can see everyone, and my suspicions where correct. Julian is there, shirtless, wearing basketball shorts.
"Who was driving?" Dad questions.
I sigh.
"it was-"
I cut off when I realize I don't know her name. I forgot it.
Again.
"Who?" Mom asks. "Who, Nathan? Answer!"
"I forgot." I say seriously.
"You forgot?" Julian snickers in the background.
"Hold on." I mutter. I set my phone up on my lamp so they can see me, and then I walk out of my room. "Mason!" I roar.
Brenda comes out of the bedroom, her hair a mess.
"What do you want?" She asks.
She's wrapped in a sheet. I wrinkle my nose in disgust.
"I need to know French Fry's name." I say.
"Odeletta." She snaps.
She goes back into the bedroom and slams the door.
Oh, right.
I walk into the bedroom and shut the door, grabbing my phone again.
"Her name is Odeletta." I say.
"Her?" Mom repeats. Her entire face lights up like I just informed her that her favorite celebrity is at the door. "Odeletta?" She asks. "What is she, Russian?"
"French." I correct.
"She's the girl that slapped you." Peyton frowns.
"She slapped you?" Dad asks. "Why?"
"I may or may not have called her a brat...told her she isn't a lady, and then told her that she probably doesn't even speak to her mother..." I cringe.
They all start yelling at me, even my seventeen year old brother.
I sit there, cringing.
After five minutes of their constant bitching, they fall silent.
"Nathan Benjamin Reed, how dare you speak to a women like that! You are a disgrace to this family!" Mom screams at me.
"Mom!" I exclaim.
"You used to be so kind!" She snarls. "You-"
"I apologized." I say. "Are you going to disown me?" My eyes widen and I start to get scared. "Mom?" I ask when she doesn't answer.
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Motorcycle Girl
Teen FictionLove never came easily for Nathan Reed. Growing up, when his friends would get girlfriends, he would always be the single one. He would be the one third wheeling at the eighth grade dance, homecoming, prom, and any other event involving his friends...