Page 109 of Set the Moment
“Yeah dude, Coach’s daughter is fine as fuck, but have you seen the other one?” Jonah asks, making his hands outline an exaggerated curvy figure. I tilt my head at him.
Coach only hasonedaughter, and I’ve known her my entire life. Following their gaze to the stands, my blood crystalizes when I see Sienna speaking with her uncle in a hushed tone.
Her shoulders are slumped and hair is in a curly bun. She looks upset and when the coach pulls her in for a hug, I know that something’s up.
“I mean look at her, have you seen herass—”
“Shut the fuck up and get back to work,” I snap at the two, rolling my eyes as they tuck their tails and skate back to their lines.
Sienna catches my eyes briefly before she nods her head at whatever Coach says, and my hackles rise. Something’s wrong.
In a second, I’m off the ice. I waste zero time following her, yelling something about using the bathroom as I chase her.
When I find Sienna, I sigh in relief only to hold my breath as she looks up at me.
“They’re not coming to Thanksgiving.”
Moments like this make me thankful that there aren’t any firearms in my vicinity. Sienna doesn’t have to explain any further who “they” are. I already know. Frowning, I pull her into my arms, my heart breaking as she sniffles, relaxing in my embrace.
Her parents are the worst people in the world. I mean, who tells their kid that they’ll see them for Thanksgiving and then cancels two weeks before?
“You can always come with me. Matter of fact, you’re coming with me to Thanksgiving,” I decide, not budging as Sienna tries to pry herself from me.
“No, I can’t–”
“You can and you will, Sienna. Plus, my family loves you. What’s the worst that can happen?” I ask, tilting my head down to her as she looks up at me, rolling her eyes with a smile.
“And do a little spin, show off my girl! Let me see you, baby!” I direct, recording Sienna on my mom’s doorstep as she rolls her eyes.
Today’s Thanksgiving, and even though Sienna was upset about not seeing her parents a few weeks ago, she’s smiling from ear to ear now.
Humoring me, Sienna does a small spin, showing off the leather vest and all black outfit she’s wearing, but the real show is her hair. I’ve been trying to convince her to go back to her pink hair, but she refuses.
So tonight, she’s wearing a wig. I tried to understand what she meant by a lace frontal, but after watching a few videos on it, I’m still a bit lost.
Sienna grins as I pull her into a hug, opening the door and letting ourselves into the house.
On the day before Thanksgiving, my immediate family has a dinner that we like to call “Pre-Giving”, where we all sit down together and eat before our extended family shows up.
I grin as we step into the foyer. Nothing has changed in my childhood home. The house is still warm as usual with photos of the entire family decorating the walls in chic picture frames.
“I’m home!” I yell, Sienna and I kicking off our shoes as Asa rounds the corner.
His smile is huge when he spots me, but when his eyes land on Sienna, they widen.
“Si Si?” he asks surprised, jaw slightly agape and brows furrowed as he hugs her.
Weird.
“Hey Ace,” she greets, hugging him back and using his nickname.
The entire interaction is odd. Between my brothers, Asa is the chill one and almost never looks confused about anything.
He just goes with the flow.
Right now, he looks like he just tasted something sour as he stiffly walks Sienna and I to the living room.
“You need to get the two of you out of here right now,” Asa whispers to me, and I don’t have time to question him because that’s when I see her.
