Mr. Stump

" The Interview "

The creaking steps towards my front door signaled my small dog child, Cooper, to begin howling. Being at his age....old...he will howl at anything.
"Coop cmon. Mom's trying to sleep. Shush yourself " I whisper to him as i lean down to pet him and set my jacket onto the rack of cluttered clothes. He scampers up the stairs as best as he could. My phone hasn't stopped vibrating as I continuesly reply to the rampid text messages all the same way:
I'll explain everything. Be there soon.

My mind raced with options on the best way to approach this situation. Its not everyday your in a relationship with your history teacher. I scamper to my room and gently close the door, finding Cooper resting on my bed that was unmaid.
  I throw my shoes and dress into my closest to attend to later and proceed to cleanse my face. Jeez Kora, you look like you just went through a hurricane. I grab the make up remover and go to town.
The only person I had to talk to was Cooper so I'd thought I'd fill him in. Who was he gonna tell anyway? 
" So....Coop, what do you think of that situation? " I pause turning to him only to get a slight muffles humph. I change into jeans and my band shirt, rushing to find my red shoes and head to Pete's house.
Just as I exit my room I hear a soft moan.
Mom.
I softly step into her room that was right down the hall from me. I saw her passed out on her bed. Her face was covered with throw pillows and her blonde hair scattered on the pillow. She had defiantly worked a double....again...
I sigh softly and trot down the stairs into the kitchen.
I got you mom.
I turn on the coffee pot maker as it begins to make coffee with moms favorite brew :
Deep Oak Dew Morning.
Dad got her it on their honeymoon...
Dad...
I immediately shake the thought from my mind and grab the cluttered key chain to my car. I clip them to my pant loop while getting food for Cooper.
Phone still buzzing.
Mom still moaning.
Mind STILL racing.
I rush out of the house and climb into my 2006 Saturn Vue and as soon as I turn it on, Fall Out Boy blares.
Ow.
Ow.
Stop. Shush. I think turning the volume down and backing out of the driveway and heading back up town to get to Pete's.

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" About time you got here little runaway " Pete opens his front door to greet me right before I'm literally tackled by Angie and Kristina
"Jesus Christ you little bitch! " Angie cusses again and hugs me tightly. Kristina's tears drip down onto my shirt as Pete picks her put and holds her in her arms.
God. Relationship goals.
Angie gets up allowing me to rise as well. We all enter into Pete's living room and hear the commotion of noise coming from upstairs.
"Sorry. Mom's got the little ones upstairs. " he says heading towards Pete's basement. The way to describe Pete's basement.
Make out central.
Gaming headquarters?
Party Room?
Its a very multi-useful room, let's leave it at that.....
The dark oak walls greet us as the dimly lit lights combine with the soft music Pete puts on. I plop onto my signature black bean bag chair while Angie and Kristina take the love seat. Pete takes his gamer chair.
Now all eyes were on me.
"Start talking. " Pete says through his eyeliner
"Now." Kristina says demandingly. Wow. That's new of her to do.
The questions and fibs were a flying.
"Why didn't you call? "
"My phone died"
"How'd you get home?"
"Taxi."
"Why didn't you call us this morning?"
"Mom got home. Didn't want to wake her."
Each answer slowly calmed their nerves as they are relieved to hear my answers. Then I'm hit with a question I didn't expect.
"Who gave you the hicky? " Angie points out.
Holy smokes was that still there?
Or was it a new one from Patrick?
Patrick...jeez, the thought of him makes my stomach flip.
"Well cmon start talking!" Pete says enthusiasticly as he leans forward in his chair and places his head in his hands.
My cheeks blush thinking about him. I try to think of something, but I don't wanna lie about it.
"I'm not sure if its something, but I really hope it is." I smile and look down at my red shoes, hoping they would take me back...if I clicked them three times.

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