Unpredictable 》h.s.

Chapter 7

"Please share with me how exactly, you think this is exceptable?" My mother stands before me with the most disappointed but aggrivated look on her face I almost fall at her feet with apologies but I know that won't fix anything.

I have to stand up for myself though, I can't do this like this anymore. 

"I'm hanging out with my friend, Calum." At this point Calum's standing behind me, holding onto my arm as if it makes him feel safer. "I met him at the grocery store that day you asked me to go get you a few things."

She walks towards me with a glare in her eyes stopping on a few feet in front of me but I stand my ground, not wanting to continue what feels like an endless cycle. I know I probably shouldn't be fighting my mother but I hate that she tries to control me over who I can and can't be friends with, that should be my choice if I'm making the right decisions.

"Is this the person you went bowling with too?" she crossed her arms and raised her eyebrows.

"Yes mother, I've been hanging out with Calum and his friends, which are also boys." She gives me a cold look as if I have crossed her.

"Great to know. Why didn't you tell me this before? Why did you lie?"

"I didn't exactly lie I just didn't tell you the while truth."

There's not really any emotion passed between my mother and I.

"That's the same thing Amia and I do not appriciate that." She looks over at Calum, "Please leave right now and do not be expecting my daughter to talk to you any time soon. Or ever if I can help it."

"MOM, THAT'S SO NOT FAIR!"

"Amia stop right now." She points at me raising her eyebrows as if I were 7.

She turns back to Calum. "And you, if I have to tell you to leave one more time I'll call the cops. Now leave!"

Calum turns and looks at me before he grabs his jacket and leaves.

"You're being unreasonable. This is so not fair mother." I cross my arms in frustration, something I think runs in the family.

"No Amia. You were hanging all over him. What were you two doing, huh? Making out? Or something more than that? Jesus I never thought you would do this." She runs her hand over her face trying to hold in her frustration.

"What! No. Me and Calum are just friends okay. There's absolutely nothing going on between me and him. I only met him yesterday. And what's even the big problem here? Can i not have friends? Mom, I've never had friends and if this is what I get then I'm going to take it because it sucks being alone. I've been alone for 2 years without anyone because everyone hates me. I wanted to start over, be some place where no one will judge me but you make it so hard for. I just want to fit in and be normal for once."

"You are normal and you have me Mia."

"I'm 17 mom, I should be aloud to have friends."

Tears are now streaming down my face. I turn around and run upstairs to my room. I close and lock my door not wanting anything to do with my mother right now.

I grab my phone and decide to quickly text Calum.

Me-

Hey, I'm sorry about my mom. She's always like this...

I don't get a response.

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I wake up early that morning and walk to my bathroom to brush my teeth.

I decide to take a walk, wanting to clear my head.

Why can't life just be simple? You go through so much shit that is not necessary. Life is like this crazy storm where at times, everything seems perfect. You're so happy, you never want to leave that moment, that fraction of time where everything that is wrong in the world doesn't matter, the eye of the storm. But then all of a sudden you're pushed out of that happiness because something has to come along and screw it all up. You're tossed back into the storm where you feel no matter where you go, no matter what corner you turn or path you take, you're always stuck in the wind and rain. The constant reminder of why you want so badly to just be happy.

I was to captivated in my thoughts to even realize I was crying again. I wipe the tears away and feel a tap on my shoulder. I turned around to see who it is and am greeted with a pair of emerald eyes.

"Are you okay?" He asks with worried eyes but I honestly don't see why he cares.

"I'm fine" I flatly say and turned back around and continue walking hoping he'll go away but he walks right beside me.

"You don't look okay... what's wrong?" He keeps pushing for an answer and I start to get annoyed. I stop where I am and turn to look at him.

"Harry, can you just go. Sense when do you even care? You don't even know me. All you've ever done is be rude to me and everyone else around you. I don't know what you try to prove to everyone but I'm done with the act. I haven't known you long, hell I don't really know you at all but what I have come to see from you, isn't worth my time." I feel like I said that all in one breathe and I can't help but feel a little light headed because if it and also crying. I look at him and he has a scowl imprinted on his face. Not a mean one but an honest one, he is biting down on his lower lip while looking directly straight into my eyes.

"Okay.. alright fine" he runs his hands through his hair and I wait for him to say something more, he sighs and let's out a deep breath "I guess I'm going to have to fix that, but I really think that if you're going to judge me on how long you've known me, you should really do the same with the people you call friends because it seems like you really don't know them at all." With that he turns around and leaves me standing there on the sidewalk, yet again alone, and walks into a house I don't even recognize.

I can't help but feel a bundle of butterflies gather in my stomach. I have this uneasy feeling about what he said... because it seems like you don't really know them at all. Just thinking about it sends shivers down my spine.

What could he have meant by that?