Hate Me

Chapter five

Getting up at the crack of dawn on the weekend wasn't my thing, ever. My parents usually had to get creative in order for me to get out of bed.

I think it was about the fifth time my dad attempted to wake me up, I'd groan and say I'm getting up then just roll over and go back to sleep and then..

"Holy shit!" I screech, shooting up in bed as an air horn goes off, covering my ears immediately to rid of the sound "Really?!" I yell at my dad who stands smugly in the door way "It worked, didn't it?" He tosses the air horn up then catches it in his hand.

What an asshole.

My dad and I never really saw eye to eye or got along, the same can be said for my mom. They wanted this preppy daughter who listens to Abba and goes on tea dates in the mornings, that was not me and would never be me.

They kept hoping I'd come around, be that type of girl and the older I got.. the further away I got from their idealistic expectations. I think half the reason I went so far opposite is because they were pushing on me something I wasn't.

They hate my clothes, they hate my style, they hate my haircut, my few (I thought well hidden) tattoos, they hate my music, they hate the guys I hang around.. well minus Steve and Dustin now.

We just have nothing in common. No understanding of one and other. It sucks but I'm not going to change who I am just so I can fit the mold of who they want me to be.

So I had a shower, got changed and ready. We were going to some breakfast place and then to some boring old museum that touches on history of something, you know I really didn't pay attention when my mother tried to talk to me about it.

I literally wished for myself to be physically Ill so I didn't have to go, unfortunately it didn't work but I did have an idea in mind..

"Here's the plan, you're going to fake sick and I'm going to be the awesome cousin who stays behind to take care of you." I put on a winning grin, staring at Dustin while trying to put on the facade of an Angel

"what?" He asks quickly "Why me?" I rub my eyes at his question "Because you are the innocent one, everyone will believe you." It was true, painfully true.

"And what do I get out of this exactly?" Dustin weighs his hands up and down "You won't have to go to the museum," I state as he nods quickly, his baseball cap bobbing with "Okay yeah, I'm sold."

It took a little convincing but we managed to get our parents agreement that Dustin and I stay behind while my parents and my aunt (his mom) continue with their plans. I promised, swore across my heart I would take care of sweet, sick little Dustin.

Just saying that was enough to make me feel sick to my stomach.

"Now what?" Dustin flops down on the couch in my living room, "I don't know," I flop down beside him with a huff "We could talk about you and Eddie," he shimmies his shoulders excitedly as I shoot him a glare

"Or.. " he widens his eyes "We could go play air hockey," Dustin's head tilts to the side, his upturned deep blue eyes squinting as he smiled "Yeah that definitely sounds better,"

One good thing about my house is that we had a multitude of things to do, air hockey, table football, pool.. it was just never fun when playing on your own.

Dustin and I set ourselves up at the air hockey table, he puts his finger up to quickly wager a bet "if I win, you have to tell me what's going on with you and Eddie," he pulls out the air hockey disk, I give him a look of disbelief "and if I win?"

He puts the desk on the table as I turn it on, "I'll let you tell everyone about the Thanksgiving when I was six" he states slowly, "you must be confident in winning then," which he shouldn't be.