Tantalizing

FIFTEEN

                                         NAVIA

"Navia Ivy Stone." Oh god. "Is there any reason why i haven't heard from you in four days!?" My mother questioned, and judging from her tone she wasn't very happy with me.

Readjusting the phone between my ear and my shoulder as i poured myself a bowl of cereal- it was 2pm and i was eating cereal.

Sue me.

"I don't know Ma, is there?" I replied sarcastically, laughing lightly as a loud scoff came from her end.

"That's not funny!" I clamped my mouth shut in an instant. "I was just about to drive down there!" Oh please.

I furrowed my eyebrows at that, my Mother hated driving with a passion. "No you weren't." I snorted. "Mom it's only been four days. I've been busy-"

"Busy!?" My mother interjected before i could even finish my sentence. "You should never be too busy to pick up the phone and call your mother." She scolded and i sighed. Closing the lid on the container before pushing it aside.

"Sorry, Ma. I just been really busy this week, you know? With college and stuff." That wasn't a total lie- i had been busy with school...and stuff. I'd been studying for a test i had coming up next week. I'd also been busy trying to figure out what the hell i was going to wear to this damn halloween party on Thursday.

But that didn't mean i didn't have time to pick up the phone and call her.

Now don't get me wrong, I love my mother. With every fiber of my being. But she was the textbook definition of clingy.

If she could talk to me during every second of every day, she would. No doubt about it.

She was the complete polar opposite of my Dad. We talked once- maybe twice every week. Sometimes he called, sometimes we facetimed, and sometimes he shot me a quick text message. My father was a busy man and i understood that he wouldn't always be available to talk. And Me? Well, i was equally as busy as he was. We had a mutual understanding.

My Mom on the other hand? Wasn't so understanding.

Her clinginess was slightly no- very overbearing at times and it'd gotten worse the second i left for college. When i told her i didn't want to attend a University in Albany and that i wanted to go to school in the city; she acted as if i'd broken her heart into a million tiny pieces. I was literally less than three hours away?

You'd think she would've eased up by now, considering this was my third year at NYU.

Nope!

And don't even get me started on when i told her i wanted to get my own apartment instead of living on campus.

Two words: Instant Meltdown.

She let out a long dramatic sigh before speaking up, "It's okay, i guess." She told me, mumbling that last part to herself and i rolled my eyes. "I miss you." Her voice came out sad, and i frowned.

"I miss you too, Ma. How's everything back home? How's Liza? She thinks she's too cool to talk to her big sister now." I asked, referring to my teenage sister. The little shit was too busy causing mischief and getting in to trouble at school to give me a text back.

"Things are all good here, honey." She told me and i smiled. She blew out a frustrated breath second later. "As for Eliza, she's gonna make us go grey." I raised a brow, uncapping the milk and pouring it into the bowl- spilling some of it on the counter in the process.