Just Another Cancer Patient

3 •Zayn•

The next morning all hell broke lose.

"Zayn Zephan Zimmerman! You are so dead!" My mother screams waking me up.

Shit is about to go down.

"You burned down half the school? You made half the school staff resign? You insulted a cancer patient?" My mom yells through my door jiggling the door knob.

Thank Jesus I locked it last night. Or by now if be facing the wrath of Momzilla which isn't pretty. Last time she went on a rampage she kicked dad in the balls and threw a jar of peanut butter at my head.

"Where did you hear the last one?" I ask scoffing while standing up.

"The hospital called and said you insulted a young girl in the cancer ward. Now unlock this door before i tear it down!" She screams.

I glanced at the clock. 8:00 am.

Grumbling I reach towards the door and as soon as it isn't locked I jump back so it won't fly open rendering me unconscious.

A woman on a mission marches in and steps on my toe.

"Ow mom?!? What the-"

Slap.

"Now get your ass ready and come down for breakfast. I love you." she says walking out.

"Hey son." my dad greets as I walk in the kitchen with my damp hair dripping water on my back.

Smack!

"Hey bro." my sister Zofie says making a red slap mark on my spine.

I groan grabbing my back. She just smirks picking up a banana nut muffin.

I grab seven scarfing down two and balancing the rest in my hands. Then I slip on my jacket and get inside my truck.

After I park in the parking garage its already 8:45 so I go ahead and walk in the entrance towards Lacey's room.

I walk in and she doesn't even look up from her sketch pad. "Do I smell banana nut?"

"I don't know. Maybe you should come and taste."

She just snorts. "That was pretty smooth tubby."

"Here." I hold out the two muffins I had put in a brown bag while driving. "It's sort of a peace offering. You see, I don't want to spend the next year with a snarky female dog and I doubt you want to spend it with an asshole even if he's smoking. So I would like to be not friends but... acquaintances."

I finish the longest speech I've ever said to anyone in my life. I figured I'd say this since I really wouldn't want to get my ass kicked by mom. If the hospital keeps calling with complaints she'll hide my dead body in the basement.

She just grabs the bag and opens it.

"You didn't, like, shred up dead bodies and pour poison in the batter did you?" She wrinkles her nose and I can't help but notice the little crease in her forehead.

"I guess you'll find out." I grin.

"Then I guess I trust you. I agree to the deal if you bring me food everyday." she says clapping like a crazy person shoving the muffins in her mouth getting crumbs everywhere.

"So.." I say sitting in one of the chairs by her bed.

"Wow. These are actually really good. I really hope you didn't shred bodies up in them now. Cos if you did I might just be a cannibal." She says dusting her gown off.

"Why do you wear so much eyeshadow and stuff?" I ask deciding to stay on the safe side and not ask about family and crap like that after an odd silence.

"Well you see, if I wear all these vibrant colors," she points at her face, "then it takes your attention away from my bald head."

"Wow. You'd probably look better with out it though." I say regretting it instantly. Why the fuck would I say that.

"Thanks tubby. You'd look better without that 'I'm a constipated little titty sucker' look on your face all the time." she says balling up the paper bag and throwing across the room into the trash bin.

I don't know whether to be glad she didn't make it awkward with my comment or insulted she basically called me a constipated titty sucker.

I'll just be grateful that she called me that instead. Not that she'll ever know that though.