Timeline

Chapter Thirty Two

Rider's POV...

As soon as the bell rang, i ran straight to my car, but stopped when i saw Becca kiss Logan in front of the school sluts. Damn, she's clearly stacking her claim. If only i could do that with Cyrus.

"Mom!!! I'm home!!" i shouted throwing my bag into the closest by the door.
"In the laundry room" she shouted.

Let's see what she has to say.

"So...I never explained how the date went" i said sitting down on the ground in the hall way in front of the laundry room.
"Lemme guess, it went great then something happened and it went south from there. Now you need your dearest mother's advice to help you get out of the mess you caused" Mom explained.
"As usual" i said smiling softly.

After lecturing me she threw the laundry into my arms and made her way out of the room into my room to fold the clothes.

"I don't take her for a flower type of girl so I'd say give her a few days and don't be pushy. Also don't ever do it again, once she feels completely comfortable she will open up on whatever you want to know. Give her time"Mom said patting me on the back before putting my clothes in closest.
"Thanks Mom, I'm going to fetch Izzie at daycare" i said giving her kiss on the cheek and making way downstairs.

All i need to do is to wait. Something that isn't my strong suit.

Cyrus' POV...

I never thought I'd be outside of this man's office again. In the span of three months, just great.

Walking up the stairs, a lot of memories came rushing back. Three years ago, i was walking up these stairs after trying to end my life. He gave me a chance to turn my life around that day and i will forever be grateful. He saw potential in me that i never knew existed and I'll never let anything get between me, myself and i.

"Reginald!!" i said storming into his office like i always doing.
"Ahh, what did i do to deserve this visit?" He said propping his head in his hand.
"Answer a few questions won't you so i can calm your son's nerves and get someone's son off his back. If you don't answer truthfully someone's son will be on your case because quite frankly im tired of dealing with your messes" i said taking a seat, crossing my legs.

After explaining everything to him, i gave him a chance to explain.

"Ahh. Arnold Fisher had a son. I didn't know that" He said laughing.
"Cut to the fucking chase" i said slowly getting pissed.
"Fine, to answer your question. Yes, yes i had a hand in his murder. Was one of my favorite sessions if you ask me. Why, what's does this have to do Rider?" he asks curiously.
"None of your concern. Thank you for your cooperation" i said leaving not bothering to open the door.

Now to find a solution to this fucking problem.

Once i got home, i fell onto my bed inviting sleep to take over. I was rudely interrupted by a gentle knock on my door.

"Come in" i groaned snuggling further into my bed.
"Get up Cyrus, you owe me an explanation" i heard Becca say kicking my foot.
"Not now. I want to sleep!" i said throwing a tantrum.
"So do i, but im not complaining" Becca said pulling me up.
"Then let's sleep we can talk later" I said.

The next thing i felt was someone falling down next to me on the bed. Chuckling, i closed my eyes finally allowing sleep to come.

"Wake up"
"I said wake up" I hear Becca say before pushing me off the bed.
"Damnit Rebecca George. Cant you wait?" i say rubbing my head.
"No, now spill" Becca says crossing her legs on my bed.
"He came over, we spoke a bunch of crap. Ate, watched a movie half way through then he had to leave. Before he left he kissed me and I just stood there. Oh and did i mention we flirted with each other the whole night" i said acting like its nothing.

No matter how i said it, she would still look the way she looks right now. Rigid with shock.

"He kissed you and you did nothing?! Absolutely nothing?!" She asks shocked.
"Yeah, what was i suppose to do. Pull him closer, kiss him deeper then wrap my legs around him. Walk into my room, strip him down and sex?" i said getting up from the floor.
"MAKE OUT WITH GUY! That's what you should have done. That boy clearly has feelings for you, can't you see that?! Are you going t-"
"Please do not lecture me. If you didn't notice, im pissed at him so please spare yourself the trouble"i said.

Not bothering to explain, i made way downstairs deciding to check out what mommy's doing. Haven't bothered her in a while.

" Oh Layla Black. Mother of Emile and Cyrus Black, where are you dearest mother?" i sang making my way through the house with Becca behind.
"Your mother's going to kill" she stated.
"Please tell her Becca dear. She doesn't seem to get it through her skull not to mess with me" mom said flaring her nostrils.

Laughing, i linked my arms with mommy's and walked with them to the backyard. My mother is old fashion. She believes in hanging up your laundry outside to dry and thats why we were outside to take them off.

"So mother, since it's weekend i was wond-"
"No" She said.
"Mom doesn't even kn-"
"The answers still no. Whenever you come up with an idea it ends up biting me in the ass. You can go out this weekend, but i expect you home no later than 10,do we understand each other young lady?"
"Yes mom" i said shaking my head.

Oh well, it was worth the try.