You know the old saying fake it til you make it? Well my best friend took that a little too seriously. Caitlyn came up with a crazy scheme to help me finally get the guy I had been crushing on for three years. Her plan was a little unorthodox to say...
As my Mom walked towards the Jeep, I noticed she had a little mascara streaked under her eyes like she had been crying, but her long brown hair was perfectly styled and her makeup was done to perfection. She looked beautiful. She always had for as long as I could remember.
My Mom had me at just fifteen years old. She was only thirty three now, and looked really good for her age, so most of the time people thought she was my sister instead of my Mom. She might as well have been my sister, because she never took any responsibility for me. My grandparents had raised me because she was too busy partying and having fun to be any kind of real Mom.
After my Mom's parents died six months apart when I was twelve, she got stuck with full custody of me. Unfortunately there were no other family members she could pawn me off on, so I was stuck with her too. Neither of us were very happy about the situation. I thought she was embarrassing and she always acted like I was holding her back from doing what she really wanted.
She had won a couple beauty pageants and had dreams of becoming a famous model, but she had to give all that up because of me and it felt like she resented me for it. She started working at the diner after her parents died to help make ends meet, and had been stuck there ever since.
She didn't have the education or skills to get a better job because she had always relied on her looks to get by, which was why I had focused so hard on school instead of what I looked like. The last thing I wanted to do was end up like her, barely scraping by and depending on men to take care of me.
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"Hey! What's going on here?!" my Mom asked loudly, pointing at Colton's Jeep with the hedge trimmers that were still in her right hand, lifting up a half empty bottle of whiskey that was in her left and taking a drink from it before continuing to walk in our direction.
She was wearing a light pink, silk cut-off pajama shirt that showed her entire stomach, a matching pair of pajama shorts that were way too short, and a pair of white fuzzy slippers. I wondered why she was trying to trim the bushes in her pajamas in the middle of the afternoon? I cringed, wishing I could just crawl under a rock and never come out. Why did she have to be home the one time I had Colton with me?
"I just wanna say I'm sorry in advance for anything she says to you," I told him, quickly taking off my seatbelt, but before I could open my door and get out, my Mom was at my open window, poking her head in.
"Who's this?!" she asked, nodding her head in Colton's direction with a strong smell of whiskey on her breath. "And since when do you have random boys dropping you off after being gone all night?"
I was really shocked that she was home and even more shocked that she had noticed I didn't come back last night.
"You've always been such a good kid. I've never had to worry about what you were doing or who you were with. Hell, you're more responsible than me," she laughed.
'That doesn't take much' I thought.
"You're not going through your hoe phase are you? Cause I ain't tryin' to be a grandma at thirty three, and I sure as hell ain't paying for any more kids around here! One is more than enough!" she said loudly.
