Highschool Clichés

~Chapter 32~

New Year's Eve couldn't have come fast enough.

I felt physically sick thinking back on my time with the Mullers for Christmas. I thought that with a little more time, and with a lot of kissing Susan's ass, it would make her warm up to me. But that was wistful thinking. The woman hated me for her son, and she had no qualms in making that fact known, especially when that blonde bimbo was around.

I hated how smug she looked whenever Suzan made a sly remark pertaining to anything that had to do with how 'average' and 'low class' I was. And it hurt.

This was a woman who I thought was at her lowest. Someone who was being underappreciated and manipulated by her husband. Someone, I thought I could relate to. She was sophisticated, with an air of superiority and wealth surrounding her—not at all like a woman who was being cheated of her time and love.

And on day two, I was left feeling exhausted, degraded, and like I was the lowest piece of shit anybody could find.

Seth helped in anyway he could, but it wasn't enough. It was like trying to talk to a brick wall. Suzan just didn't like me, and that was just something he would have to deal with, but Seth wasn't one to let things like that slide. He always stood up for me, and made me feel like I wasn't in this war zone alone, which, was the only thing that made the hues of black and grey seem a little brighter.

On day three, I decided that if Suzan wanted a sophisticated, well-mannered, beautiful girl that she deemed worthy of her son, then I could be that girl.

I made a plan.

Seth hated it, and refused to help me through the finer details that I could use to my advantage to impress his mother. He thought that if she couldn't like me for the way he loved me, then she wasn't worth the trouble. I thought wrong, and did everything that I normally wouldn't be bothered to do. I fixed my thick, raven hair in loose curls, put on makeup, and with what little clothes I had with me, I rocked them like they were the next big thing in fashion. But by day six...

My plan backfired.

Suzan laughed, jeered, and hurled insults at my attempt at trying to be more like her—the upper class heathens. The insults kept rolling in until I literally couldn't take it anymore and snapped.

On day seven, Christmas Eve, all the pent up anger I smothered out of respect for her being Seth's mother, flew out the window.

I cursed her out, telling her every curse word known to man along with that blonde bitch, Fiona, because I was feeling that generous. 

Seth was upset with both me and his mom, and he had every right to be. That was his mother, the woman he protected and pieced back together whenever his father left her broken, and I crossed a line. A big one. He had a serious, private talk with his mom, which, wasn't all that private when Suzan started shouting about his unfair defense to a 'low-class' nobody. Seth put his foot down though, and demanded that she show me the respect I deserved, or we were going to leave—snow or not. She relented, and their discussion came to an end.

When he came back to our room that night, I tried to apologize, but he didn't want to hear it. He wanted me to apologize to his mom, and although my lips pulled back into a scowl at the idea, I knew I was wrong for the way I reacted. Despite Susan's huge role in my outburst. So, I decided to apologize the next day.

It was on Christmas day that all hell really broke loose.

I woke up early and got dressed, ready to confront Suzan and apologize for my behaviour the day before. She was in the kitchen, dressed immaculately in a form fitting, red, Prada dress with carefully dome makeup that made her grey eyes pop. Her brown hair was carefully curled, and pinned at the top of her head in a neat updo that screamed sophistication. She looked great as always.