I hate you; I hate you more! (#Wattys2015)

Chapter 12

Five seconds passed. . .

Ten seconds passed. . .

Thirty seconds passed. . .

A full minute passed. . .

Finally I spoke, "What?" Yeah, it took me a minute to come up with that.

My grandma was about to respond when Jeremy, Alexander's dad, walked in.

When he saw my grandma the color drained from his face. "Mother," he asked shyly, "why are you here? You should be here tomorrow."

"You little snake," my grandma spat, "how dare you call me 'mother'? Who do you think you are? Do you know how much you ruined my daughter's life. Now you dare to call me 'mother'? You ill-mannered brat!"

My grandmother used to be an actress when she was in her twenties, so she's a natural drama queen. However, it's the first I've ever heard her speak with such venom. Also, how could Jeremy have ruined mom's life? We were well off even before moving here. I know as a fact that she was speaking about mom. My mom was the only daughter grandma had (and two sons).

"I'm sorry." he said.

Now I'm confused. Why would he apologize? How could a shy man like himself, ruin anything but a pancake?

Cindy and Jeremy knelt on the floor in front of Grandma. "We're so sorry. We didn't mean to. It just happened." Cindy cried out.

"Am I the only one here that doesn't understand any of this?" Tamahome called out in distress. It appears that while we were talking, my big and little brother sneaked in and was listening all along.

"Join the club," Alex grumbled.

"Alexander, was it?" Grandma asked, turning to Alex.

"Yes, ma'am" he said respectfully.

"Well done, you two," Grandma said coyly, "At least you taught your illegitimate son some manners.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~TWO HOURS LATER~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

After the bomb was dropped, the damaged was immediately done. We all looked at Cindy and Jeremy for some sort of explanation. Obviously that was a lie.

Right?

But it wasn't.

Jeremy and Cindy both looked bashful, regretful even. After a minute passed, Alex just left. Not the left, that means he went to to his room and slammed the door, but as in he left his house. I excused myself to go after him. No one stopped me.

I caught up to him as he was about to drive away with the chauffeur. I jumped in the limo beside him and told the driver to go. It seems he told the driver to just drive somewhere because even after half an hour we weren't at any particular place. After forty-five awkwardly silent minutes Alex told me that he didn't want to go home tonight. I said fine, and told him that I have the keys to my house, we agreed to stay there for the night. Then I text my brother to let him know.

Then it hit me. . . I was being kind to Alex, intentionally. Were we becoming friends? Usually I would throw up at just the thought of it, but now, I can actually imagine it happening.