A Summer With Him

Chapter 17: Puta

Chapter 17: Puta
Last night kept replaying in my mind. Did something slip out that wasn't supposed to? Did Aiden hear it?

It wasn't time to fill my mind with stressful thoughts. I applied my clear lipgloss on to my lips, rubbing my top and bottom lip together so the gloss spreads evenly.

Tonight the parents yearned for us to have dinner together. They felt as if they didn't converse with us much. This meal was going to be different, no Gabe or Daniel, just the 6 of us.

This dinner meant I had to sit at the same table with Aiden for about an hour. How was I supposed to communicate with him? I already felt strange slumbering in his bed. His attitude won't change for dinner and I know it. The only reason I'm primarily nervous is about last night, it's like he knows when I have my nightmares, and no matter what he still checks on me.

Can he just pick a damn side, be nice or keep the attitude.

I sigh and put on a mini white skirt that fitted sufficiently around my waist and decided on wearing a black sleeved sweater, tucking the bottom of the sweater into my skirt. I brush out my curls and braid them in two, swinging them to the front of my shoulders and draping a white bandana on top of my head. I then put on my white air forces and strode downstairs.

I don't know why shoes were necessary but I felt the need to wear them since I felt like I would be the only one not wearing shoes.

I walked down stairs to the kitchen to be greeted by Welma. She wore a white dress that wrapped pleasingly around her pale thighs and the freckles on her arms were visible. Her eyelashes were applied on black mascara which made her blue eyes slightly pop out even more. She held a kind smile on her face as she saw me and lifted back her slightly frizzed out brown hair as she walked over towards me.

"Hey, hun! We're just about to prepare the table, take a seat," she tells me as she sways her hand from me to the dining table.

I thank her and walk into the dining room. Aiden was the only one in there, I'm guessing my parents went to go help Welma. I groaned in my mind but composed my facial expressions to show no emotion.

The table had 6 seats exact. He was sitting on one of the chairs that were placed on the sides of the tables. I'm guessing the head chairs (the ones at the ends) were meant for his mom and dad. He paid no attention to my presence and continued to type on his phone.

I stood there debating if I should make a run for it or not as I stood at the door that led to the dining room, "Sit next to Aiden dear," my mom whispered to me as she quickly walked past me into the dining room, her rose fragrance whiffing my nose. She wore a light green dress that made her brown skin look slightly browner and had on raven heels. The natural curls that she passed down to me were held in a tight ponytail and she wore a similar pearl necklace from a couple of days ago.

She placed plates in front of each chair then slightly jogged back to the kitchen, her heels clacking.

Great. I huffed with resentment and walked over to where Aiden was sitting. I pulled the black chair back and took a seat, positioning myself a bit farther away from him.

A whiff of his cologne hit me and I wasn't going to lie, the scent was remarkable. But that doesn't mean anything, I would think the same about any guy who used that cologne.

His messy black hair was in his face again, strands everywhere a, and his knuckles were still red from the day before as they clenched tightly while he typed.

He wasn't dressed up as everyone. He wore a white undershirt that was not see-through like the other ones but still showed off his arm muscles and tattoos. The undershirt clung tightly on to him, his defined core barely showing from my view. He wore light grey sweats that were baggy on his legs yet made his outfit look decent. The veins in his arms were noticeable as I eyed down his arm.