After school, Juno and I drove back to my place. "Mom's not home." I said as I unlocked the door.
She's never home after I get back from school. You know, the usual single mom story-- always working. Yeah, yeah, such a sad story, must be hard.
We walked upstairs to my room and talked for a while.
"So, what was all that...stuff going on over there with you and Vinny? You were all in each others' faces for like 10 minutes." I rolled my eyes. "He was whining about having a partner. It wasn't even that big of a deal."
"He kept giving you dirty looks when you weren't looking. He's worse than fucking Julianna." I laughed so loud I'm sure the neighbors heard me.
"Literally nobody is worse that that fucking snake!" I said.
Julianna is a manipulative bitch who tried to break Cash and Juno up.
She also hates me because she found out her boyfriend made out with me at a party, but what can I say. I'm just that irresistible. Yeah right.
"He's kinda hot. If we're being honest."
I shot a dirty look at her.
"You can't be hot if you're a fucking douche bag. There is literally no way you can be hot while being fucking rude."
Our conversation ended there and I ended up falling asleep. When I woke up Juno was gone and it was 1 in the morning.
"I literally took a 11 hour nap. I am pathetic." I was still in jeans and I was still wearing makeup. It was 85° outside and I was sweating like-- well myself in church. I changed into my pajama pants and went downstairs, where the air conditioner seems to work a lot better than in my room.
I lay down on the couch and turn on the television.
"Well you're up a bit late aren't you?"
I screamed as loud as humanly possible and nearly pissed myself.
"Mom! What the fuck?!" She just stared at me. "Lola, you know I don't like that language. Go up to your room."
She walked into the kitchen and reached for her pack of cigarettes in the back drawer. She thought that after 16 years I wouldn't know where she hid them.
"And put a shirt on. You look like a hussy." I rolled my eyes and and walked back upstairs.
My mother is a "devout Catholic". I am not. I'm not one who's all for organized religion. I believe in God and all. But I don't like doing Hail Mary's every time I fuck up and I don't like showing up to church at midnight on Christmas.
I could hear her talking on the phone with one of her friends. "She's out of control. Smoking marijuana, drinking, dressing like a whore. I'm telling you, she's going to end up in rehab before she's out of high school."
I called up Juno.
"Can I spend the night?" I asked.
"Are you fucking crying? Cause if you're crying then, yeah, you can."
The next day I had over 20 messages and missed calls from my mother, which I never responded to. I had bought edibles off of Cash. And I was stoned before I got to first period.
