Sitting up as sunlight floods my room from the giant windows, I rub my eyes reaching for my phone. Ignoring the group chat with the baseball team I check the time, 10:36 am.
Standing out of bed I get dressed leaving my room, stopping for a second in the hallway I think about going to wake Gentry up but honestly, him asleep is better for me, so I just walk away. Once down the stairs, I navigate my way towards the kitchen until I stop hearing the sound of my mom's voice talking to someone.
"Yeah he's always been a late riser, he's not late for classes is he?" I hear her ask
"No I don't think so and plus Shane's doing fine in his classes, it's baseball that's the problem" "Baseball's a problem? You guys said last night the team was doing great"
"We are—" I hear Gentry try and correct, "I just mean with us, baseball is getting between us, and I
kind of let it happen—" I should go in before this idiot says something he shouldn't.
Walking into the kitchen my mom sees me first and says, "you're up! Good morning" causing Gentry to stop talking and turn to me walking towards him
"Morning mom," I greet back stopping next to Gentry at the island. When she's not paying attention with her back turned to us, I look at Gentry and whisper, "what do you think you're doing?"
"Getting to know your mom,"
"Great, can you do that without mentioning anything about us and the team?" "Sorry," he whispers back and we quickly act normal because my mom turns to us.
"So Gentry was telling me about how this is going to be his first quiet thanksgiving, can you believe that Shane? Ours are almost always like this"
"Oh right it's thanksgiving... happy thanksgiving and all that"
"Such enthusiasm," she walks from the stove to me kissing me on the side of the head, "happy thanksgiving to you too sweetheart."
"I'm going to shower," not waiting for a response from anyone I turn leaving my mom and Gentry in the kitchen.
Once I'm back upstairs I don't get a chance to make it to my room, stopping me my dad asks, "how are you doing on that team, really?"
"Fine dad, everything is fine"
"And I don't have to worry about this coach ending up like the last one? We can't go through something like that again you get that right?"
Nodding with my head down I wait for the moment this conversation ends, "have some common sense this time, and don't do that stupid shit again, all right?"
"I won't," I reply quietly
"Good," he taps my back, "happy thanksgiving"
"Yeah... you too." I watch him head for the stairs crossing paths with Gentry who's coming up. Seeing me practically stuck in the hall Gentry stops in front of me and asks, "are you ok?" So lost in
thought about what my dad just said I don't notice him speaking, until I feel his fingers gently glide against my neck. Breaking my trance I look at Gentry as he strokes my neck,
"what's wrong Shane?"
"Nothing," I shake my head, "stop touching me." Pushing his hand away I walk to m