Chapter Nine

Flashback to the first time meeting Dixon's mom

My feet rush down the hallway, I hope Dixon hasn't gone tired, waiting for me to get down with the cheerleading. I feel so nervous meeting his mom for the first time. He talks about her like she's so perfect. I wonder if she'll be like him and have a sense of humor. That's my favorite thing about him. My mom warned me that Dixon, being the only son, maybe a little spoiled by his mother, and she may feel a little envious. I have no idea what that means. I mean, who would be jealous of their son's girlfriend? It sounds a little psychotic to me.

"Sorry I kept you waiting," I flash him my best smile as he stands on my locker.

"That's all right, how did it go?" I see his face perk up in a smile. I love his smile. He looks so calm and so welcoming all the time. He is that person that's easy to talk. The one person I feel I can tell anything and not be judged. 

"It was okay, but I don't think we're close to being ready for regionals."

This year I took over as captain. Everyone thought I'd be a good leader, but I don't know why I guess I don't see that quality myself. It's hard when everyone thinks this routine will get us good numbers, but I know it won't. And it's not the easiest task, trying to push people to do better than what they think their best is 

"Why do you say that?" 

"People think we're showing up just to compete, at least get some type of placement; 2nd, 3rd whatever, but I am showing up there for first place." 

He laughs, revealing his perfectly white teeth. 

"That doesn't surprise me, you are always trying to overachieve everything and be the best, which is a good quality you're going to go far in life."

I smile. One, hopefully your mother likes."

"I think she's going to love you."

Hours later, I sit uncomfortably at the table, while his mother prepares the kitchen for dinner. After being rejected for help, I decided to sit and watch. 

Apparently his mother was really good friends when my grandma's sister, so she already had some feelings about me before she even met me. I really hate when that happens to be judged before you even meet someone. She obviously already thinks her family is better than mine. I mean, they are obviously a great deal wealthier than my family, but I was always told growing up that money didn't make you who you were. Take me for instance. I have a straight A student graduating with a scholarship, and Dixon is barely passing his grades, but in his mom's eyes he is better than me because they have money. 

Moments later, I put spaghetti on my plate, and his father passed me a piece of garlic bread. 

"Thank you."

He smiles and nods. 

"So coming from completely different families, do you really think this relationship is good for each of you?' I watch as Lynn looks back and forth between me and my boyfriend, completely shocked she even asked that question.

"I think I come from a pretty decent family, all considering I'm a straight A student and graduating with high honors, and also have a scholarship in my back pocket." 

She rolls her eyes. 'None of that matters dear, it's all your last name."

"And I hear yours everywhere on the news." I say in my most sarcastic voice, giving her the shittiest look I can think of. I excuse myself from the table, which should have been my hint to excuse myself from their whole entire life.