Can I kill him, yet?

-Chapter 4- Murderous Mothers

After Liam snatched Eva away from me and genteelly consoled her (whilst giving me a vicious glare might I add), we proceeded to a slightly awkward, yet delicious dinner. Although I just couldn't get the image of Liam holding Eva out of my head. Cute babies and hot boys are a killer combination for any girl.

I awkwardly played with the green beans on my plate, trying to hide my frown of disgust. I hated green beans, and I had no intention on eating the foul vegetable. Soon, everyone finished their plates, so Mrs Eversons politely yet forcefully shoved us all into the living room while she did a quick clean up.

"So...Addie," Mrs Everson began as she claimed her seat on the couch. "You go to 'St Stevens', down the road right?"

"Yes, Mrs Everson." I replied fairly bluntly, unsure of what else to say, the sound of Liam and Uriah fighting over the t.v remote quickly filled the silence that followed my answer.

"Oh, great! That's exactly where Liam and Cai will be going! You three can be friends!" Mrs E stated joyfully, as I called on my scarce acting skills, and smiled a hopefully believable smile. I could easily see myself friends with Cai. But Liam? Not so much.

"So how's your mum? How are you doing at school? What's your favourite colour? What's your mum's favourite colour?"

I was swiftly drowning in Mrs E's bombardment of questions and was struggling to form proper sentences. Lucky, I was relieved from my questioning by a welcoming ring at the doorbell.

"Oh, wait just a sec. You can tell me once I get back." I was told ,and with an audible sigh, I slumped back down onto the sofa cushions.

"Ah. Hi.." I heard the muffled welcomes of a guest, before being called with "Addie! Your mother's here!"

Oh, crap.

"Oh.. Um what a lovely place you have Julie. " I heard my mum state clearly, trying to sound pleasant through gritted teeth.

"Well, I do try my best." replied Mrs E. Clearly relishing in the moment and not holding back any modesty.

"Hmm.... Yeah. Well, we must be going. Bye, everyone!" Mum called, whilst simultaneously grabbing me and gently shoving me out the door.

I quickly turned round to a slammed door, and raised my eyebrows at her strange behavior. She quickly dismissed my questioning look, and pretty much carried on mirrored Mrs E's questioning with a few of her own. I know they don't like to think it, but they really are similar.

"Soo.... What's her house like? How clean is it? Can she cook? She better than me? What's her-" and it went on and on, until I finally managed to escape upstairs to supposedly 'study'. Yeah, right.

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"Do you have enough pens?"

"Yes."

"Enough rubbers?"

"Yes."

"Enough knickers?"

"Mum, say that a little louder why don't you?" I whisper-shouted as a couple of pre-teen boys snickered in the corner. I blushed profusely.

"It was just a question. Plus, I didn't know if you could hear me through those blasted earphones. You do know how to take them out, sweetie, so do it and stop being so rude!" My mum lectured as she smacked the back of my head lightly. Seventeen years old and still getting told off by my mum publicly. I am an awesome human being. I hastily grabbed a pack of knickers and shoved them in the trolley underneath numerous articles of clothing. We were doing 'back to school shopping'. Hooray...