Love hates.

Chapter 25

"Malerie why aren't you ready yet?!" I heard my mom yell behind me.

Oh no.

I turned around, facing my mom, hiding a biscuit I already took a bite from, behind my back.

"AND WHY ARE YOU EATING THE FOOD THAT'S SAVED FOR DINNER?!" She raged.

Man she needs to calm down, and take some sort of stress reliever, because all day I've been dealing with her yelling. And to be quite honest it was giving me a headache.

Today was thanksgiving and my mom has been ordering me around like a slave, because of her mistake of not taking enough time to defrost the turkey earlier.

And frankly, all I wanted to do was eat already.

I swallowed the biscuit that was in my mouth and racked my brain for a good response that wouldn't make my mom even more angry than she is right now. "I don't know." I said stupidly.

Oh my God Malerie, you are a true idiot.

"GET UPSTAIRS AND CHANGE NOW! JESSICA AND HER FAMILY WILL BE HERE ANY MINUTE!" she screeched.

My heart raged in fear, and annoyance. I get that she's my mom, but the fact that she's screaming at me, and the fact that I know her biggest secret, really isn't helping her right now. But I kept my mouth shut. There really wasn't anything else to do.

I finished the biscuit in my hand and walked out of the kitchen, escaping my moms deathly glare.

I went upstairs and went through my closet looking for some type of skirt. But a few seconds later the search for a skirt disappeared, as I heard knocking on my door. "Wear a dress!" I heard her call out.

I glared at my door, and sighed turning my attention back to my closet.

I do like dresses, I just don't wear often. Same with heels, but It's nearly impossible to walk in them.

I looked deeper into my closet where my dresses hung. And racked through them, wondering which would I feel most comfortable in.

My eyes got caught on my dark blue dress, that my Valerie got me, insisting that I didn't have enough dark clothing.

I slipped into it and it fit like a glove. I went over to my bathroom to blow dry my, somewhat damp hair. I honestly was too lazy to do something with my hair so I blow dried it and put in a ponytail, with a couple of hair strands sticking out.

Considering it was chilly outside, I put on a long sleeved black short cardigan that ended right below my chest.

I went ahead and put on a bit of eyeliner, making my eyes pop out, and brushed my lashes with some mascara.

I heard the door bell ring and my stomach turned. I had to face Alex's dad. And I needed to at least try to keep my cool.

But not only did I have face Alex's dad, but I had to face Alex. I was still in shock, trying accept the fact that I had developed feelings for Alex.

But I had to accept it because it would haunt every time I'm with him. I would always have that annoying but pleasant twisting feeling in my stomach.

And honestly I had no problem accepting the fact that I liked him. His personality, looks and smiles made it impossible not to form feelings for him.

But the real problem here is, that I'm sure he doesn't return the feelings.

I took a deep breath and smoothed out my dress, trying to keep my shit together. So I went over to get my old reliable black flats and made my way downstairs.