Forbidden

Chapter 20

20

 

The doorbell rang, a steady rampant noise that echoed it’s way through the entire house.

“Misha!” My mom yelled to me from the kitchen where she was busy preparing dinner. “Honey, answer the door!”

I scowled and shouted back, “Why can’t Hayden get it? He’s sitting right there!”

Hayden looked up from the spot he was nuzzling on Tegan’s cheek, which was ablaze with a lush pink color. “Dude, don’t call my name.”

My mom appeared in the livingroom, wiping her wet hands on her paint splattered jeans while sowling disdainfully at me. “Misha Devor Grant, may I remind you that he is your boyfriend?”

“But—”

“No buts young lady,” she said sternly and nudged her head in the direction of the foyer as the doorbell rang again. Where in tarnation was that boy’s patience? “You go answer that door. Now.”

Sighing, I got up off the sofa I shared with Tegan and my brother and shot them sour looks as I stomped down the hall to the front door, between two minds to leave Randel out there in the night air. That sounded nice enough.

So far no one had uttered a word to my mom and dad about what happened at school today. And it would stay that way. My mother was under the impression that Randel was coming over for dinner tonight, just as she had invited him the last time she saw him and as far as I was concerned, it was unspoken knowledge that I wasn’t talking to him tonight.

When I reached the front door, I took a deep breath before I opened it.

Randel stood on the porch, his eyes shining bright with apology, twinkling under the light from the stars. He leaned towards me, bracing himself on either side of the door with his long, muscular arms.

I wrinkled my nose in disgust and took a step back. He wasn’t seriously thinking he was going to get his usual kiss from me? Was he that oblvious to what had happened today in the hall? Did he not comprehend that I had meant what I’d said to him or was he just ignoring me?

He better not be ignoring me.

“Misha,” he said disapprovingly, furrowing his brow at me. “You’re not serious.”

So he was ignoring me. That just add more fuel to the steady burning hearth of rage burning inside my skull at that moment.

“What made you think I wasn’t serious?” I asked, and looking over my shoulder, I crossed my arms and glared at him, lowering my voice. “You may not seem to understand that what you did today could put your betrothal to me in danger, but let me make you aware of it now. You better be lucky I’m not going to tell my mom and dad a single word about what happened today. The only reason you’re even here is because my mom invited you a while ago. As long as you keep your mouth shut and don’t talk to me tonight then we’ll be cool. Understand me?”