toxicity

Knowing

(Laura's POV)

"Ready to go?" My mom asks.

I think i will never be ready to move from this house. And especially not having to move with the person i despise the most.

"I guess." I answer. "How are we going to do this with school?"

"Mia will drive you and Chase. I was hoping you could help him with homework or tests but i saw recently your grades have gone from A's to C's. Any explanation?" She asks while opening the door to put our suitcases and bags in the car.

I've been going out a lot recently not having time to do stuff for school. Tomorrow i have a science test and the problem is i haven't studied yet.

Normally i would romanticise my school life with Rory Gilmore, but not how she acted after Yale.

It's not that i'm dumb or don't care about school, i do but the motivation is lacking lately.

"I've been.." I try to continue but the real answer is not going to please her. "I'll get Chase to keep an eye on you, i thought you were better than this. Your dream to go to Stanford is going to blow if you continue this behaviour." She finishes.

Since i was 8 years old it's been my dream to go to Stanford university. I want to be a doctor and my grandpa went there and is a doctor now. He's a role model for me.

The this year is the most important. My senior year, i can't give up. Although i need to find the will to study.

"Mom, don't worry about it. I'll catch up." I give her a sympathetic smile.

We're driving to Mia and Chase and this weird feeling in my stomach is making me want to throw up.

It's not that i'm stressed it's just that - you know - living somewhere else is weird.

"I better have an own room there." I tell out of the blue. "Of course you will. It's taken care of." She relieves me.

We pull up to their house and the knot in my stomach grows bigger. It's captivating me.

Mia immediately comes up and hugs my mom.

"Charlotte, how are you?" She asks my mom.

They have a conversation while taking our stuff in the house.

"Chasey, be polite and help Laura get her stuff upstairs in her room." His mom asks.

He looks at me with an unpleasant look.

"C'mon." He says in a low voice while taking two suitcases and a backpack.

Talk about strong.

He goes up the stairs and leads me to the guest room. It's nice and clean. Not too small but not gigantic either. It smells lovely with vanilla candles.
My favorite.

"It smells nice." I break the silence. He turns around with a neutral face as if i said something boring.

"The candles. Vanilla. My favorite scent?" I say.

"It's not too bad." He tells.

This vibe is weird.

"I know this isn't what we exactly wanted. But it's for a couple months so i hope you just mind your own business and we'll make it through." I say. "Hopefully." I whisper under my breath.

"Well you can find your way." He says as he leaves.

As i wonder i get a phone call of Lindsay.

Wondering what lies she wants to tell.