What the fuck are they saying about him?I hit send without thinking, letting my emotions get the best of me.
Wow. Somebody’s sensitive. Just bring him along and hear for yourself. Bye.
I’m tempted to reply something back but her final word choice was pretty dismissive and I don’t need to look any more desperate than I already do, at least to get invited to a party.
Pulling out the red, skin-tight dress I bought from Shein I step into it and slide it up my body. It leaves very little to the imagination. Very little.
Taking it off I spend way too much time selecting the right bra, but eventually settle on one and then slide back into the dress and head to the dining room.
When I enter, Soren drops his fork and almost spits out his drink.
My dad does a double take and puts his utensils down.
“Plans for tonight?” Dad asks.
“No,” Soren answers for me without giving me a chance. “She’s studying. Here. No video chats either.”
“Aaaaactually. I got invited to a party.” I bounce my eyebrows a few times and move to an open seat at the table, making sure to stick my butt out toward Soren as I take my seat.
“What kind of party?” Mom asks.
“Just a regular one. It will be good for me to go since I’m new, to make some new friends on campus.”
“They don’t allow parties on campus,” Soren says quickly.
“Technically it’s off campus, but the people I meet…I’ll interact with them on campus in the future since I’ll know them now.”
“Too late to go. Not safe either,” Soren adds, stabbing at his asparagus so hard I’m surprised his fork doesn’t break the plate. He misses the vegetable, but his eyes don’t miss their target as he takes in my full breasts, thank you push-up bra.
“She should go. She’s young and looks as good as she ever will. Good chance to meet someone, just like we did,” Mom says, looking at dad.
“Yeah, that did turn out pretty good,” he says, looking at the interior of the house, drawing attention to our fortunate living situation. One where dad was so blessed that he was able to grow up in this nice house where he still lives, and where his father wanted to teach him a lesson, which is why Soren moved in when he was a child and his parents died in a car crash.
“Imagine how good of an internship she’ll get next summer if she aces her first semester. She should buckle down and get off to a good start. Only one chance to make a first impression,” Soren continues, clearly making his preference known.
“If she wants to go she should go,” my mom says, waving a hand in the air. “Go, honey. Have fun.”
“Thanks, Mom.”
“I’ll drive her then, and make sure she doesn’t drink,” Soren says quickly, changing course now knowing he’s not going to change my parent’s minds. “But she should change that dress. It’s too…inviting.”
“Um, Soren? I’m here. You can talk directly to me.”
Soren says nothing.
“Let the girl have fun, Soren. You’re doing a great job but sometimes she needs to cut loose, maybe even have a drink or two. You’re only young once,” Mom says.
“And if you make a mistake you might never recover from it.”
“How could that happen with you there?” Dad asks, sounding more like the tough negotiating senator that he’s known for being.
“It won’t,” Soren says firmly, looking me right in the eye. “I’ll make sure of it.”
We’ll see about that, especially when the ‘mistake’ I’m hoping to make involves the man making the threat.
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