"Okay I'll go" I drink the rest of my water waiting for her to jump up and down. "Wait what?" she ask in disbelief "Really that easy?". I shrug my shoulders "I'm in a good mood". She hops off the bed "You know what I'm leaving before you change your mind". I laugh as she skips, like a 5 year old, out of my room. I really don't feel like spending some quality time with my dad but I owe her for being a drunk last night. How did I even get home last night? I know I didn't ride with dick head and dick balls. I need a cold shower to get rid of this hang over.
"Butterfly," Nina greets me as I enter the kitchen. The shower really helped me get rid of my hangover but now I'm starving. "What a surprise" she gives me a huge smile. I shrug my shoulders dismissing her surprise "I got hungry". I open the fridge and find my bowl of fresh fruits waiting for me. I feel all warm inside knowing that no matter what happens Nina always thinks of me. "Thanks Nina," I reach for my bowl and walk to the table. I'm already here I might as well eat here too. "You are very welcome are you going to join everyone else at the table?" she ask with hope. Let's not get crazy now just the fact that I'm here is mind blowing. "No" I shake my head. I have no intention of sitting down in a table full of people I don't like right now. I know eventually I will have to forgive my dad but it won't be any time soon. My uncle Jay has nothing to do with this mess but he is guilty by association and let's not even talk about Raul. "Okay I'm just glad you're out your room" she says as she walks out the kitchen. I hear everyone in the dinning room talking and laughing like a big happy family. How can they live like nothing has happen? Do they even think about me? I don't want to sound bitter but I am.
"Well good morning" the last person I wanted to see says as he walks in. There is nothing good when he is around. Seriously doesn't he have a house of his own? "How is that hangover?" Mark ask as he pours out some coffee. I refuse to answer maybe he will get the point and leave. I dip my head and focus on my fruits. "Well I don't have a hangover but yet again I didn't drink as much as you did" he continues. I shove a strawberry into my mouth and chew in silent. "Maybe we can go out again" he continues. Is he fucking kidding me? What makes him think I would even consider that idea? If I knew he was going to be there last night I would of not gone at all. I lift my head and stare at him if I could shoot daggers out of my eyes he would be dead. "Man, I'm so thankfully looks can't kill because I have a feeling I would be dead by now" he smirks. He has no idea how right he is about that. "So I was thinking," he takes a sip of his coffee.