Blind Side Of Love by Beth Rinyu

smiled. "Becca, this is all so new to him. You've never had any serious interest in boys before."
    "Well, I would love for you guys to get to know him, but I just don't want him feeling uncomfortable."
    "You let me take care of your father and I will make sure that doesn't happen."
    "Okay," I whispered as I began chopping once again.
    "Becca?"
    "Yeah," I replied, looking up from my carrots.
    "You are still on the pill, right?"
    I felt my face turning red. I hated talking about these things with anyone, especially my parents. "Yes, I am."
    She nodded. "Well, did you have any questions about....you know?"
    I shook my head. "No, Mom, I'm good."
    "Okay." She smiled.
    “So what’s for dinner?” I asked, trying to break up the awkwardness of the moment.
    “London Broil on the grill, mashed potatoes, and fresh vegetables.”
    “Oh, can I make my special mashed potatoes?” I asked.
    “Sure, knock yourself out,” she replied. My brother strolled into the kitchen and my mother and I both lifted our heads from our chopping and peeling. He opened the refrigerator door to get a drink, looking like he was half dead. “I better go start that grill,” my mother said as she got up and exited the kitchen.
    “Becca?”
    “What?!” I raised my voice in annoyance.
    “I’m sorry if you had to take a lot of crap because of me.”
    “What else is new, Jordan? I’m always getting yelled at for your mistakes. If you can’t be responsible and trusted, that’s not my problem. You promised me yesterday that you wouldn’t do anything.”
    “I know I did and I’m sorry, but Lindsay came over and then her brother and then a few of his friends and then it just kept going from there.”
    “And it never once dawned on you to tell these kids to leave?” He looked at me blankly and shrugged his shoulders. “Whatever, Jordan, I just don’t even care anymore.”
    “Ready to start those potatoes?” my mother asked as she walked back in, still totally ignoring my brother. He stood in the kitchen for a little while longer before walking out and heading back up the stairs.

    My father finally came out of his study when it was time to sit down to dinner. Jordan came downstairs looking somewhat human after taking a shower and I began to wonder what excuse he had given my parents over his black eye. “These potatoes came out delicious, Becca,” my mother said in an effort to break up the silence.
    “Thank you,” I whispered as I took a sip of my water.
    “So, Jeff, I was telling Becca that we would really like to get to know this boy that she’s been seeing a little better.” I felt my food instantly churning in my stomach. Why did she have to bring this subject up now? My father continued eating, never lifting his head from his plate.  “So, I was thinking next weekend we can have a little barbeque. What do you think?” He finally looked up from his food and glared at her. “Maybe I’ll invite a few other people over so he doesn’t feel awkward,” she continued on, completely ignoring my father’s look of warning. “Becca, ask him if he’s free next Saturday night.” I instantly lost my appetite, just judging by the look on my dad’s face I knew that he wasn’t going to give Drew a fair shot and I didn’t want Drew to have to feel uncomfortable because of it. My only positive in it was that I still had a whole week for my dad to cool down and my mother to work on him, so maybe by Saturday he would at least be a little cordial. I sighed deeply and nodded.
    “So Jordan, are you up for some golf with me, Edward, and Ashton tomorrow morning?” my father asked my brother as if nothing ever happened last night.
    My brother quickly nodded, knowing that this was his way of escaping further punishment. Tears filled my eyes. I stared at my father, who was making sure that he avoided eye contact with me. My brother was the one that had trashed the house. My brother was the one that was underage drinking with all of his friends. My