Chapter 8
It was Saturday night but everyone in the gang had plans so I was curled up on my couch eating a pot of ice cream whilst watching Tom and Jerry cartoons.
"Honey?" My mum called for me. "Where's the- oh." She shook her head in disappointment as she watched me stuff a spoonful of ice cream into my mouth.
"Are you okay?" I asked with my mouth full of ice cream.
"Yeah. Why?" She asked.
"You've got a spoon for the ice cream." I pointed out and she sighed.
"I just really need to eat some ice cream and cry." She admitted then dropped herself onto the couch.
"Same but I think my tear ducks don't work anymore because I literally can't cry." I told her and she laughed at me.
"Hunter if your tear ducts, emphasis on the ducts there, didn't work then your eyes would be really dry and sore."
"You mean to tell me that they are called tear ducts not tear ducks?!" I yelled and she stared to laugh at me.
"Oh, hunter, honey, you're just adorable." She patted my head so I moved away from her. "Why do you want to cry?"
"Daniella threw a party last night and look," I showed her my phone.
"Oh my god." My mum gasped as she stared at the photo of Daniella wearing no top and Levi with his face pressed between her boobs at the 'we hate Dylan party'. "Shut it off I don't want to see that!" My mum put her hands over her eyes so I locked my phone and threw it on the other couch.
"I want him so much, mum, then he goes and does that. He was so sweet to me the other weekend." I groaned then I shoved another spoonful of ice cream into my mouth. My mum put her spoon in too and got an even bigger spoonful that I had.
"Boys never turn into men. They'll always disappoint. Your father has decided his career comes before mines and wants us to move away." My mum told me and my heart fell to the floor.
"We aren't moving." I decided and my mum agreed.
"Tell him that because he's already looking at houses in the Kent direction." My mum sighed. I handed her my ice cream then stormed off to my dads office.
"If you think I am moving after I worked my ass off to keep this scholarship for so long I will set fire to your signed England football shirt." I warned him. He looked up from his computer with pure terror in his eyes.
"You wouldn't dare." He whispered.
"If you make me move I will. I promise." I put my hands on my hips to seem sassy or whatever.
"There's a great public school in Kent and I will be earning loads more money." He tried to persuade me.
"I will literally glue myself to this house if you try and make me leave."
"I will cut you out of wherever you've glued yourself and then glue you to the roof of the car if you refuse to leave." My dad challenged me.
"Once we get to that new house I will run away and live with Dylan or Maisie." I raised my eyebrows at him as I waited for his reply.
"Stop being so damn stubborn. My boss has given me a great opportunity and your mum and you should be happy for me." He sighed.
"Do I look happy?" I asked with the straightest face I could put on. "I am doing my last year at one of the greatest schools in the UK and if you want to take that away from me then you are a really selfish man who should just leave himself. Plus mum's shop is getting really successful now so why would you take that away from her?"

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