On the night of the dinner with parents, I sat in front of Jake and Aaron's parents. The atmosphere was intimidating.
"So you are Jake's girlfriend? Jake never brought a girl before so this is a surprise," Jake's mom Tracy raised her eyebrows at me.
"That's because Jake acts like a f*****g asshole all the time so he never had a real girlfriend," Aaron barked.
"Watch your language at the dinner table son," their father Michael commented.
"In case you forgot big bro, you weren't so angelic yourself," Jake said.
"At least I admit my faults. You are still an immature jerk who take things that didn't belong to him," Aaron's face was slowly turning red as he was getting angry.
"You don't get to tell me what's mine and what isn't," Jake said. His voice shook.
What the hell is going on? How
