Don't Take It Personal

E I G H T E E N

"WHORE."

"Language." Kade called out from the backseat.

"She didn't use her blinker, shut up." My mom honked the horn at the car who cut in front of her.

I found it funny, yet weird, how every time she was upset at someone while driving, she would immediately called them a whore.

We were in the car, on our way to the airport to pick up our dad.

We would be living for thanksgiving early tomorrow, but we ended up just deciding to go there now, get there late at night and spend the rest of tomorrow with them, heading back the same time.

Our mom had to get back to work and our dad would be staying with us until he would be deployed again.

This seemed like it was her only holiday off.

"Can you believe Layla is already in Beverly Hills?" I stated, digging in my bag of candy we had gotten by the nearby gas station before leaving.

In my other hand, I texted my cousin, seeing as she sent me a snap of how miserable she was on the fifty minute drive.

It was amazing going here on the fact that you visiting a nice ass mansion on the hills surrounded by lush grass and a expensive gate, but you would be spending every second with judging relatives who pick apart every insecurity you had.

At least we dealt with it together.

And luckily, if our Grandma was tuning in or by us at the time of the comments, she would defend the hell out of you.

Hanging with the white side of my family was literally like one of those real housewives shows.

"Sad," My mom responded, turning into the parking lot at the airport in Orange County. "I would've jumped out the window."

"If you could even fit," Kade mumbled.

"I know your thin ass ain't talking," She parked the car, unbuckled her seatbelt and turned around to face her son. She lifted her sunglasses to the top of her head. "Try having two kids."

"Kids that you had sixteen years ago," Kade responded, holding in a laugh.

My mom turned around before looking to me. "If you whoop his ass I won't call the police on you for assaulting a minor."

"Fine with me," I said before opening up the door to her Range Rover. I stepped out, standing on the pavement.

I was wearing black shorts with my house shoes. I also had on Isaac's black hoodie. He had given it to me the night of the football game.

Still smelled like him.

"I'd take both of you," Kade shrugged, pulling his phone out of the pocket to his gray sweatpants while checking who texted him.

"You keep thinking that," My mom said, walking with us towards the airport. She was wearing a long black one piece outfit. It had long sleeves and fitted around her body nicely.

Her brown hair rested down her shoulders and back.

I would think that my mom wouldn't be comfortable on the six hour drive since she was dressed so nicely, but as long as she wasn't hot, she was okay.

If she was hot, it was hell for everybody.

We continued to walk, about to cross the street when Kade stopped, reaching out to me.

"Watch out," He said, pulling me back by my hoodie. A car was about to drive past us.

"Who said I didn't want to get ran over?" I joked, looking at him.