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.

I took a glance at one of the tattoos on his upper arm which was a skull. Another one underneath the scary skull read "Puta", it was engraved in cursive.

I turned my head away grinning secretly, but he noticed.

I felt his blue eyes turn to look at me as I tried my best to find interest in the silverware that was placed elegantly by the pristine dishes, "What's so funny?" he asked bitterly.

I looked at him and shrugged, "Nothing. It's just your tattoo," I explain as I point to the one that read puta, trying my best to not touch the feeling of his muscle.

He eyed his tattoo, "Oh," he chuckled. He chuckled...that must've been the first time I've seen him do that.

He leaned nearer to me, our eyes staring at each other, "I got them when I learned that b*tches ain't sh*t," he whispered to me in his low voice, the aroma of his mint breath hitting my face.

I leaned closer towards him and he slightly tensed, "Then I should get one that says puto," I replied as his blue eyes traced my face.

We heard Welma walk in with the utensils and quickly backed away from each other, pretending as if we weren't about to diss one gender to another. She sets the utensils down on the table and gave us a warm smile before returning into the kitchen.

We both turned back to face each other, our face a little closer than before, "Why?" he asked me as his eyes roamed my face again.

I watched them go to my cheeks that I felt for some reason were turning red to my small nose that I was insecure about and then travel down to my lips.

His eyes looked back up at mine, enthusiasm filled in them, "Because men- no boys ain't sh*t" I reply with a pretend smile.

He chuckles and nods his head as he slowly backs away, "All men aren't the same," he replies as he faces me again but now we were about 3 feet away.

I also scooted back, "All females aren't the same," I shrug as I turn my face away from him and look at the pictures hung on the wall.

The parents all walked in and took their seats, I was wrong, mom and dad sat at the head chairs. Welma and Lane sat in front of Aiden and me. It's odd, that Aidens dad's name is Lane Lane. I know many people have the same first name and last name but I've never actually encountered someone who did.

Welma finally pulled her chair out and sat down, "Hope you all enjoy!" she squealed while pointing towards the food set on the table.

Everyone starts to apply food onto their plate except Aiden and me. I mean I understand why I don't but why doesn't Aiden.

"Kids get some food," Welma says as she pushes her hair back with her hand and her blue eyes bulging out.

I clear my throat awkwardly and Aiden shifts in his seat.

Mom sighed and put the spoon that was meant to take the green beans out down, "What is it now Heaven?" she asked me as she crossed her arms.

I held in my breath thinking wether I should mention it or not, "We didn't pray," I gasped out not making eye contact with her.

I prayed before every one of my meals. I didn't tell people about it in case they didn't believe in that kind of religion but I do know mom and dad make sure we pray together before meals like this, even if we did it all separately.

"Yeah," Aiden replies as he clears his throat.

B*tch what?

I turn to face him with a confused face but he doesn't make eye contact as he shifts uncomfortably in his seat.

Welma put her fork down, "Oh god, I'm sorry we pray before every meal we just didn't want to place you in any religion stuff incase you didn't believe," Welma said with a small smile.

I felt my cheeks flush red with embarrassment, I'm glad they were religious because I know if they weren't my mom would whoop my ass.

"That's the same way I was thinking!" mom geeked with a small smile as she rubbed Welma's hand.

Dad gave me a small smile and I watched his brown eyes look at me with kindness, "Okay hold hands," he says as he grabs onto Mom's hands.

I unexpectedly feel Aiden's warm hand lock with mine. His hand is bigger than mine are and made me feel so...different. I could feel his hand tense as our hands met, and for some reason, mine tensed too.

I paid no attention to it and listened as Welma started the prayer.

We were halfway through the dinner and the parents were cackling. Aiden and I hadn't talked much, we were stuffing food in our mouths, and when we did talk it was only when we were passing a dish to one another.

"Yeah, yeah my boy," Lane started as he points to Aiden after swallowing a piece of chicken, "has just started writing novels," he said with a proud smile.

He writes books? How much of his life was a secret?

Aiden smiled back but I could tell he felt awkward, his body language looked uneasy and he shifted in his chair as he continued his meal.

"Aiden read one of your novels for us," Lane told him as he gave him a proud smile and set his fork down.

"No, I'm fine," Aiden replied with a slightly uncomfortable tone.

"Aiden-" Welma started before he interrupted her.

"I SAID NO!" he yelled as he slammed his fork down on his plate, the sound of the dish wares connecting startling me.

Welma cleared her throat and sat up while Lane shifted in his seat and eyed Welma. Mom and dad made no comment and continued eating.

I looked at Aiden and saw his jaw clench, the anger in his eyes infuriating.

"Well," Welma whispered with a smile.

"I'm sorry," he replied silently as he sat back in his chair before excusing himself.

It went silent after he left and we continued on with dinner.

Me towards the ending: Daddy chill

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