"Can you feel this magic in the air? It must've been the way you kissed me." -Taylor Swift
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Past
Everyday after school, Alex has came to see me. It's now been a week since we hung out with him and his friend Miguel. My parents never question anything when it comes to school activities which is what I say I've been doing.
Nicole of course isn't thrilled about me hanging out with him.
But that's okay, I'm the one who's seeing him. I don't need anyone's approval to be with a boy that I like.
And this isn't like we're together or anything. We just hang out and talk. He hasn't even tried to kiss me or anything like that. But he does flirt, and says really sweet things to me. Calls me every night. Texts me every morning. I do get mixed signals, which is why I just leave it all to him.
And today...has been one of those days where I'm left confused.
This morning he texted me as I was on my way to school. It was his usual good morning but that was it. After that he never replied or anything. I spent the whole time wondering what was happening. Then it only got worse when he wasn't there after school.
And I'm too shy to text him and ask him if he's okay.
More like scared.
He's not obligated to text me. We're nothing. For all I know he's seeing someone at his school. A girl who's free to do what she wants and doesn't have to hide. A girl who's down to do a lot of things. Not one who's all shy and vanilla like me.
I walk through my front door, in an attempt to make it straight up to my room without my mother seeing me but of course, that's not possible.
"You're home early." My mothers voice stops me in my tracks on the bottom stair. "No tutoring today?" She comes into view from the study.
"Not today." I simply say.
It seems like she's content with my answer when she nods once. With that I try and continue walking but get nowhere.
"And who did you say that you're tutoring?" She asks.
I sigh. "Just a few kids that are not honors math." I lie attempting to keep my face straight, hoping that she sees me getting annoyed by her presence like always.
"Mmhmm." Is all that comes out of her mouth as she lifts a brow.
"What?" I snap.
As always she seems indifferent to my tone. My mom and I have always had a strained relationship. I'm the problem child who wants to be nothing like her. And no matter how much I lash out at her, she always acts the same. Indifferent.
My mother walks closer to me, her heels clanking on the marble floor. Not a single wrinkle on her dress.
"I think we give you enough freedom for you to be standing here lying to us about what you do after school."
