50 Ways To Spend Your Christmas, Stuck With an Annoyingly Hot Emo Delinquent [03]

"Are you kidding me?!" Nathan spat out. "Frankly that's so judgmental of you," he continued, placing his hands over his chest as if he got shot at the heart. He then resumed his normal 'Oh-I-don't-give-a-fuck' expression, rolling his eyes and continued stabbing his peas.

I scoffed. "Me? Judgmental? I'm only stating out the truth!" I said. Thank god my father had an emergency tonight or he would observe us intently before protesting...whatever there was to protest. He was stubborn, my father.

He loved 'debates' too.

I didn't know how this happened. All I remembered was that Nathan pissed me off by saying that I still had baby fat and I should lay off the chicken (in my defense, I was friggin' hungry okay?!). And I defended myself with a, "Hey, at least I didn't rape my eyeliner and abuse my wrist."

And now we were just starting to stereotype stuff.

We even ignored my mother. I made a mental note to make her a cupcake tomorrow to apologize for this mess. "So you assume the truth is that all people like me is some kind of a wrist-slitting, 'I-wanna-die' and 'I-like-to-take-photographs-of-my-teddy-bears-hanging-themselves' people? Seriously? Isn't that shallow?"

"Okay first of all," I argued, slamming my fork and spoon down on the table. "Busted. You have teddies."

"Wait I didn't--"

"Second of all, I'm not assuming every emo guys are like that. When did I ever said that? I'm just saying I'm assuming you--"

He cut me off instantly by standing up, the legs of the chair scrapping our wooden floor making a horrible screeching sound. "This game seems fun," he said, smirking. We heard the front door swung open after a familiar click.

"Thank god I can get out of the lab earl--" my dad's voice was heard but I muted it out and listened to Nathan, reluctantly. "Fine then, two can play this game," he continued, glaring at me. "Ugh you are so immature!" I yelled.

He ignored me and continued on. "You're probably this 16 year old girl attending some private boarding school for clever bastards in U.K.--"

"I am a 16 years old girl attending a private boarding school! I've told you that, idiot!"

Again, he ignored me. "Probably listen to what? Fall Out Boys? Panic at the Disco?"

"Admit it you love them too."

"And probably spend her Friday nights sitting in front of the television, watching 'The Devil Wears Prada' or a marathon of 'Keeping Up with the Kardashians', thinking how miserable her life is and bitch about to herself about how she doesn't have a boyfriend and all of her friends does," he stopped for air, but he was smirking smugly.

I couldn't take it. I snapped.

I kicked my chair back and stood, glaring daggers at him. "That's where you are wrong, Mr. 'Seriously-arrogant-emo'. I do have a boyfriend. And he's here. Close to this area. And he's kind, not like someone. So there!"

Suddenly everything just stopped.

5) Tell the emo delinquent that you have a boyfriend, while you don't.

My father's head poked into the living room which was kind of connected to the dining room too. "Er, did I just heard right?" he asked sternly. Oh crap. I looked over at my mother whose eyes were already brimming with tears.

"Oh my goodness! She has a boyfriend! Our little Charlotte finally had a boyfriend!"

Okay was this the good time to mention that my mother thought that I was going to grow into an old maid because I constantly rambled on that I still didn't have a boyfriend and I was not planning to for many, many years to come.

And anyway, the only boys who asked me out were all desperate nerds who wanted to get a piece of ass. Nerds and 'a piece of ass'...didn't go well in the same sentence huh? But seriously. I guess in school I was kind of the quiet girl.

Kind of.

Plus sometimes I just feel so self-conscious when talking to new people. They always noticed my freckles and pointed them out and everything. So I made sure I hid it beneath layers of concealers.

The thing about looking 'natural and simple' was that, ironically, I needed a lot of make-up to achieve 'natural' look in the first place.

Nathan was taken aback by the piece of information that he had learned about too.

"What, don't believe me?" I snapped, a smug smile spreading across my face. He shook his head and sat down. "Then why don't you invite him over to meet your parents? Clearly this is new for them too," he said, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

And now I was beginning to suspect if he knew I was lying through my gritted teeth.

"B-because I haven't told them yet."

"Now that they know, why don't you invite him over?" he said, giving me an obvious fake smile.

"Yes..." my mom trailed off and I jumped. "Oh dear please do invite him over."

"Oh um..." I stuttered, feeling the heat tingling on my cheeks. "Yeah well, he's err, quite busy."

"Really?" Nathan said, emphasizing the word. "Oh well, that's really a shame," he said, smirking. I felt a twinge of annoyance and I didn't even care that my father was finally at the dinner table right now.

"Fine. I'll try to invite him. Dad, you won't mind right?"

"Oh I'd like to meet this boyfriend of yours as much as everyone here does," he said, still in a protective, stern voice. He sat down and took off his cuff links. "I need to talk a few rules with him too."

Oh dear god.

"More mashed potatoes, Mrs. Cassity?" Nathan said, his eyes still on me as I slowly sat down. For a moment there, when I looked up towards him, it was as if my heart skipped a beat. God, I hope this guy was not a good lie detector.

I cleared my throat and picked up my fork. It was then I realized that my hands were shaking.

I didn't know what the cause was: the fact that I need to invite my non-existent boyfriend over or the fact that Nathan was still holding his gaze with mine.

And I hated that I couldn't look away from him...as if I was caught in a trance.

Grimacing, I turned my gaze away from him and turned my attention towards the slices of chickens on my plate as if it was the most interesting thing that I've ever seen.