Teen drama

him." My mom snaps, slamming her fork down on the table by her plate, making everything rattle despite being

looks like a woman in her young thirties and not her mid-forties. Barely has a wrinkle or blemish on her delicate face. Her cheekbones are

father sighs at the head of the table and checks his watch for the fifth time. It's only the four of us as we wait for Dane.

." I try to soothe her with soft words and some logic, but we all know Dane will show up when he feels like it, regardless of the date. "He does this to anno

om's ruffled feathers. She's been an extension of our family for years, as she lives two houses away and practically grew up with me since I moved in here. My mom loves having her around

spend time with my family at any time. It's just another year of reminding me I am old." My stepfather gives mom a ti

way and fit because my mom is a stickler for health. He compliments my mom

hair and smiley hazel eyes. Dane's all angles and smoldering gazes, while Bryan's happy face always seems approachable. The

w further. Her happy mood of a half

yes misting over as though this is the worst stress of her life, and sometimes I don't get why she tries so hard. She wouldn't always be at his throat if she let him b

overs the one beside my mother's discarded fork, squeezing her, and I try to focus on my food. The steak is getting

on the marble floor. Low voices follow it, and I stiffen, knowing what's coming. It sounds like Dane brought Tyler with him, and my mo

back to pick up his cutlery again, but my mother does not move. I catch her in the corner of my eye, pushing her shoulders back an

d giving a quick head bow in apology as he eyes up the table and tries to figure out where to sit. He's still in the uniform of earli