As soon as I walked into the house after a stressful day at school my mother bombarded me.
"Hey honey! So you remember when I told you and Chris that we'd meet the next door neighbors?"
She didn't give me a chance to answer.
"Well they invited us to dinner. Well actually, I invited them then they said they'd be more than happy for us to be their guest! Hurry and get dressed we're leaving in an hour." She said. And with that she ran upstairs in a rush.
"What the hell.." I muttered. I already had a small headache from today. But I know my mother too well and she wouldn't let me just skip this.
I sighed with frustration. I guess I was true when I said it would be hard to get away from that idiot Dillon. I'll just ignore him and get this over with.
I went upstairs and deiced on something a little dressy and not too dressy. I don't want to look like a slob while meeting this family. Or at least the rest of the family.
I put on a pale pink A line dress and some tights and then put on some black flats.
"You ready up there Cait?" I heard my mother from the bottom of the stairs.
"No." I muttered.
"Hello?" She calls.
"Im coming im coming!" I say as I spray myself with perfume.
"An hour passed by already?" I ask with a little attitude.
"No, they just called and said we could come over now because they had everything done. Why are you so snappy about meeting our new neighbors?" She eyed me.
I don't want to tell her about Dillon she'd probably say something crazy like, "well he probably likes you". I know he doesn't like me. I despise him too.
My mom just reads too many romance novels.
"Christopher you better get down here! They're expecting us now!" My mother yelled, breaking me out thought.
Chris came down and my mother grabbed her light jacket and we walked across the yard to their house. I was pretty nervous. What if they had a huge family? I don't do well with a lot of people around. Maybe that's why school bothers me.
My mom rings on the doorbell and the same women that greeted me the last time greeted us.
"Hello! Come in!" She says cheerfully.
We enter the house and I'm immediately hit with the smell of baked chicken.
"Oh and dear the last time you stopped by I was too busy to tell you my name.
I'm Mrs. Danielle, but you can just call me Danielle." She smiled and held out her hand. She was so pretty and young looking.
She lead us to a table where there was a young girl and a guy who had dark hair and a nice smile. He's probably the father. I sit next to my mom and Chris sits next to me.
"I don't see a boy my age." He whispers to me. He sounded upset.
"Not everyone has a boy in their family your age." I told him.
As everyone sat down I was the last to remember that we were forgetting someone.
"Dillon! Get down here our guest are here." Danielle says.
The dad speaks up as we wait for Dillon. Why does he have to come?
Because he's apart of their family, I remind myself stupidly.
"My name is Greg." He smiled at us.
"I'm Veronica, this is my daughter Cait, she's a senior, 17, and my son Chris, he's 13 and in seventh grade." My mom smiles.
Danielle puts all the food on the table and everyone grabs a plate and starts digging in, including me. There was pretty much a feast in front me. I got chicken, mashed potatoes, green beans and a bread roll.
Thats when Dillon walks down. He had on a black shirt and black plants. Of course he would wear all black its what he's been wearing since the first time I saw him.
He didn't glance at me all but I couldn't help but just stare at him. His looks are different from what I see at school.
He then looks up at me and I couldn't help but blush embarrassedly when he caught me.
He smirks at me and I roll my eyes.
"This is my son Dillon. He's also a senior and 17." Greg smiles at me and continues.
"Sorry he came down a little late. He likes to follow his own rules." Greg gives him a glare and Dillon just shrugs rudely.
"And this is my daughter, Michelle. She's 12 and a seventh grader." He added.
Everyone was seated down and Dillon took a seat in front me. I avoided his eyes as best as I could.
"I'm pretty sure our kids probably have seen each other in school am I right?" Danielle looks across the table at her children.
"I've seen you!" Michelle says and points to Chris. She's also very pretty. Just like her mom. "He was picking up a frog just with his hands the first day he got to school. That got him known for sure!" Michelle laughed and Chris laughed like they've been friends for years and just shared an old memory.
"Well what about you and..." Greg looked embarrassed because he forgot my name so quickly.
"Cait." I said quickly and smiled so he wouldn't think I was offended
"Cait. I apologize." He said.
"What about you and Cait, Dillon?" Greg finished his question as he ate some chicken.
It was absolutely delicious.
We shared glances at each other. He didn't speak so I decided to.
"Yes, he's in a couple of my classes." I said. I left out how rude he was to me. I didn't want to make dinner as awkward as it already was.
"That's nice." My mother said.
"What do you do for a living, Veronica?" Danielle asked my mother.
She told him what she did which was work in some business place and also help out in volunteer places. I excused myself to the bathroom just as we were about to leave.
I finished my business and walked out the bathroom, only to come face to face with the beautiful face of Dillon Taylor.
"Excuse me." I said and tried to walk past him.
"I love how innocent you act, but I know you're not." He said blocking my path.
He caught me off guard.
"Excuse me?!" I asked. I was getting angry.
"I saw you Cait. You were dancing and I saw you through your window. Hm I liked that move when you dipped down. I had to take a cold shower after that babe." He smirked and I felt his eyes burning into mine.
"Uh, I don't know what you're talking about." I lied and pushed past him.
I knew my face was as red as a tomato and all I could think of was how much of an idiot I was for leaving my curtain open.