(Jason)
I heard a knock on the door and quickly stood up from the kitchen table, heading over to the front door briskly. I opened it, seeing Kim standing outside of the glass door with a smile on her face and a pie in her hands. I smiled back, and opened the door for her, allowing her to enter. I took the pie from her, as she handed it to me, and kissed her briefly.
"Hey," she said once the kiss broke.
"I said you didn't need to bring anything," I said with a slight scoff. Kim just shrugged.
"It's the least I could do. You guys are letting me have dinner with you."
"Hello!" my mom said with excitement, coming into the foyer of the house before I could reply to Kim.. "It is so nice to finally meet you, Kimberly!"
"Thank you, Mrs. Scott," Kim politely said back. "It is so nice to meet you as well."
I saw Pearl a few feet behind my mom, shyly standing in the background, and I looked around my mom to make eye contact with Pearl. I smiled at her and waved her over, then looking back to Kim.
"And this is my little sister, Pearl," I said, walking over to Pearl and crouching down. I looked to Pearl and pointed to Kim. "That's Kim, can you go say hi?"
"Hi, Kim," Pearl said in a quiet voice. Kim shot me an amused smile before looking down to Pearl.
"Hi, Pearl!" she said and gave Pearl a warm,impressed look. "I love that cardigan."
"Thank you," Pearl said, still quiet, but cracked a small smile. Kim laughed a little in response and my mom spoke up.
"Alright, c'mon in," she said, heading towards the kitchen. Pearl followed close behind her and Kim wrapped her arms around the crook of my elbow, walking beside me. Just as I began to wonder where my dad was, I saw him sprawled on the couch, watching a game of football. I bit my inner cheek in anger at how rude he was being, not paying any attention to Kim, and looked to my mom.
"Sam," she said and my dad looked over. "Kimberly is here." I sat the pie down on the counter and looked to my dad.
"Ohh," he said slowly, as if he had no idea. He got up lethargically and walked over. I kept my eyes on him, giving him a firm, cold look. He walked up to Kim and shook her hand.
"It's is so nice to meet you, Mr. Scott," Kim said in a well-mannered tone. My dad smirked a little, nodding.
"And you as well, Kimberly," he said. "Jason has told us so much about you."
"All good things, I hope?" Kim joked, nudging me slightly. I laughed a little, but a red flag went up inside my head. What was my dad getting at? I didn't tell him or my mom really anything about Kim, besides the fact that she was my age and that we were now dating.
I stopped myself and pushed the negative thoughts from my head. Maybe my dad was just trying to be polite; I needed to give him the benefit of the doubt.
"This all looks incredible!" Kim exclaimed as I pulled out her chair for her. I let her scoot herself in and sat next to her, taking a sip of water from the glass in front of me as I saw my dad sit across from me. He gave me a nod, almost in an approving way, and I felt my nerves relax.
He seemed to be liking Kim, despite knowing that she punched Ty.
"It does, mom," I said in agreement, looking to her as she sat down next to me. Pearl sat in between my dad and Kim and Kim gave her a friendly smile.
"Thank you," my mom beamed and began passing the turkey first. We passed around all the dishes, taking a bit of this and a bit of that, and began eating, wondering who would make the first attempt at conversation.
"So, Kimberly," my mom said and I breathed a sigh of relief, as my mom was much more polite and better at starting conversation than my dad. "How's your senior year going?"
"It's going really well, actually," she answered, looking up to my mom. "I'm enjoying all my classes and doing pretty well in them."
"That's always nice to hear," my mom continued. "Have you been looking at colleges?"
"I have, and I actually have applied to a few, too," Kim answered and my mom laughed a little.
"Well that's good," she said and looked to me. "You could learn a thing or two from Kimberly, Jason. You haven't even applied to one!"
Kim chuckled a little beside me and I gave her a slightly embarrassed smile in response before taking a bite of mashed potatoes from my plate before talking. I was going to take the conversation in a different direction, as I was going to mention the AP classes Kim was taking this year to impress my parents, but my dad spoke before I could.
"Looking for colleges is quite a process," he said, looking to Kim. "A lot of factors go into making that decision."
"Oh, for sure," Kim agreed. "I think low-cost is probably my top factor as of right now."
"Yeah," my dad nodded. I was surprised, actually. He seemed, at least from what I could tell, as if he was enjoying Kim's company. "But there's also other things to consider. Distance from home, size of school…" For just a brief moment, I saw his eyes dart over to me and then, almost immediately, shift back to Kim's.
That's when I felt my heart sink, as I knew he was up to something.
"Friends," my dad added and Kim nodded in agreement. Before anyone else could talk, my dad was continuing. "Do you know where some of your friends are going yet?"
"Well…" Kim said slowly, thinking. I wanted to interrupt badly, as I knew my dad was taking this somewhere that I didn't want it to go. I just didn't know what exactly he was up to yet. "I know Jenny Arroyo is going to UCLA, but I'm not too interested in that school, and-"
"What about Amanda Clark?" my dad asked, cutting Kim off. I quickly glanced over to Kim, who was also a bit taken aback by my dad. She quickly recovered, however, and gave a polite smile.
"I'm actually not sure, I know she-"
"You're not sure?" my dad interrupted again with a small laugh, and I felt anger begin to form inside me. "I thought the two of you were best friends?"
"Well…" Kim slowly answered. "We're not that close anymore. With different schedules and all, we grew apart a little."
"Ohhhhh," my dad said with a fake virtue behind it, nodding. "So the two of you 'growing apart' has nothing to do with the photo you sent out of her?"
I felt my own face freeze in pure shock and I turned my head to Kim, whose face was also frozen and empty of color. I tried to force words out, tried to talk to her, but I just couldn't.
"What photo?" my mom asked slowly.
"Kim-" I started to say, but my dad looked to my mom with a feigned confused, innocent.
"You mean...Jason didn't tell you about the photo?" my dad asked and I looked from Kim to him in awe as I felt Kim dart her head towards me. "That's weird...he told me about it."
Kim sprung up from her chair and exited the dining room, heading for the front door. I looked back to my dad, who just glanced back at me as he took another bite of turkey from his plate, a smug attitude behind it. I fought the urge to scream and yell at him and focused on Kim, springing up from my chair as well and heading out the front door.
"Kim!" I shouted, running over to her as she was entering her car. "Kim!"
She stopped entering her car, standing in between the open door and the car itself, and turned to me, a hand still on the top of the door.
"How could you do that to me?!" she shouted, her eyes glassy and her face red. "Why would you tell them what I did?!"
"Kim," I said, my voice shaky. "I swear to God, I didn't tell them anything! I didn't even tell them about Ty-they found out through Ty's parents!"
"Well, there's no way Mr and Mrs. Clark would go around saying that there was a lewd photo of their daughter going around school so they wouldn't have told anyone! You're the only person I told, Jason!"
"Kim, please, I didn't tell my dad! I'd never do that to you!"
"There's no other way he could've known, Jason!" she shouted back, tears starting to fall. She stopped and closed her eyes, shaking her head. She opened them and looked away from me, collecting herself. She looked back to me and shook her head again. "I trusted you," she said quietly and got into her car, slamming the door behind her. I was about to go up to her window, but she reversed her car before I could and pulled quickly out of my driveway. I watched her car until I couldn't see it anymore and was filled with sorrow and concern. I was about to pull out my phone and call her, but then I remembered my dad, and anger took the place of the sorrow in my body. I headed back inside and stormed into the dining room, seeing my mom stare at my dad in confusion and my dad continue to eat his food.
"What the hell is wrong with you?!" I shouted.
"Jason-" my mom started to say, but I just focused on my dad.
"You're a real asshole, you know that?!" I yelled and my mom quickly sent Pearl out of the room before looking to me.
"Jason Lee Scott, you do not talk to your father like that."
"No, mom!" I continued on, looking to my dad, who kept on eating in a self-righteous manner. "He knows what he did! He sabotaged Kim!"
"'Sabotaged?'" my dad repeated with a scoff, standing up. "How about protected you? She punched a boy's tooth out and sexted a girl, Jason! Kimberly is bad news!"
"People make mistakes!" I shouted back. "If you would just stop being a selfish bastard for more than five seconds, you would realize how nice and genuine of a girl she is! But, no! You just have to keep trying to prove you know more than everyone, dad! Get over yourself!"
I stormed out of the dining room and grabbed my keys, heading for the front door.
"Jason!" I heard my mom shout, but I kept going and exited the house, heading to my truck. I entered it, put the key into the ignition, and headed to Kim's house.
(Trini)
"I still can't believe what happened!" my uncle said, regarding the attack on Angel Grove a few weeks ago.
"It was pretty scary," my dad agreed.
"Scary?" one of my younger brothers repeated, surprised. "It was awesome!"
"Yeah!" my other brother exclaimed in agreement. "There were five super heroes who saved the town and beat the witch!"
I fought a smile down, as I was always a bit proud and happy whenever my brothers would mention the Power Rangers. I had not told them that I was a Ranger, and never would, but it still made me happy to see them so excited over something like this; especially something that I secretly did, without their knowledge.
"I heard about that, on the news," my aunt said after taking a bite of food, nodding. "They're calling them the 'Power Rangers.'"
"They're so cool," my brother said with excitement and I took a bite of stuffing as the conversation carried on. I felt my phone vibrate under my thigh and slowly slipped my hand under, grabbing my phone and unlocking it.
I looked to my phone subtly, seeing a text from Billy telling me he just got to the Command Center. I quickly put my phone back down, as to not draw attention from any of my family, but my my mom caught me.
"Trini, no phones, please," she told me and I nodded, giving a flat smile.
"Sorry."
"Who were you texting?" my aunt questioned, interested.
I knew my parents were suspicious of where I stood...sexually. Based on my clothes and overall attitude, I knew they had a feeling of how I was and didn't know if they'd accept it when I would finally tell them.
Zack and I were a thing, I guess, but that didn't mean I still didn't find interest in girls.
Kim, for example, was one girl I found to be extremely attractive and would never turn down for a date. However, the two of us were friends, she was with Jason, and she was straight; three reasons that I could never date her.
I had yet to tell my family about Zack and didn't want to, since I still had to come out to them and would rather do that first rather than tell them that I'm with Zack first.
"One of my friends," I answered shortly, not appreciating my family muddling in my business. It was bad enough that my parents did it, but now my extended family did so as well; especially on holidays.
"Which friend?" my mom asked, her interest also sparking. "That Zack boy that I met the other week?"
"'Zack?'" my aunt asked, looking from me to my mom. "Who is this boy?" She looked to me again. "A friend or a...friend?"
"He's just a friend," I lied easily. "And, no, it wasn't Zack who texted me, it was one of my other friends."
"Which friend, then?" My mom repeated and I just shook my head.
"Someone I-" I stopped myself, as I was about to say 'someone I met in detention' to cover, but almost forgot that my parents still don't know I have detention every Saturday morning. "Someone I met in my English class."
"What's this friend's name?"
"They're just a friend, mom. It's not a big deal," I said back defensively, but politely, and my mom nodded, backing off.
For now.
A/N: Sorry I haven't updated in awhile! School starts this Monday for me and I've been doing summer homework. I know this chapter was kinda short and dinky but I hope you guys are still liking it so far!