Why Do You Care About Me? - A Reese Wilkerson Fanfiction

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He was grounded. Literally until summer. What was I going to do all day after school? 

The school books piled up on my desk gave me the answer I needed.

Oh fuck. I had all my exams this week. Who the fuck puts all the exams in the same week? I literally hadn't studied at all so far. So I guess I'll spend the whole week cramming all that mostly useless shit into my head. I'm already failing maths, so I really need to catch up on that. Can't fucking wait. Well, at least I won't be bored, I guess.

But then how can anyone focus on something as mundane as studying with all the distractions in the world?

"Georgia! Come wash the dishes!" My mom yelled from the kitchen. Speaking of distractions. How am I expected to focus or achieve anything when she doesnt stop whining? I jolted up from my bed and trudged to the kitchen, already in a pretty shit mood. "I saw your friends, how come you're not with them?" Mom inquired as she unpacked groceries.

"I dunno." I muttered. 

"Why is it that its a Saturday and you're all alone?" Her tone began to sound passive aggressive and blaming. Well fucking great. Here comes all the 'I know everything' bullshit. I didn't reply, and began washing the dishes. "Maybe because of how you treat people, and then they turn against you?" I was barely keeping myself from smashing one of those plates into her smartass head. I was fucking sick of always hearing about everything that I do wrong all the time and that I'll just never be good enough for anyone. "Your two best friends, hanging out, they dont even care enough to invite you? That's saying something." She sneered.

 "What the fuck do you know about my friends?" I couldn't hold it in.

She didn't know shit. I hadn't told her anything about Emma and Zoe because I knew it would just bring home her idea that I was a shit person people turned away from. And I wouldn't fucking hear the end of it. Because somehow everything that I told mom was either twisted into saying something I didn't say or used against me. Not risking that again.

I knew I would have a fuck load of 'consequences because of this decision' but I didn't care, yet I knew I would regret it later. Reckless.

"Don't you dare fucking speak to me like that, you can talk to your fucking pals like that." She growled, getting increasingly offended. "If you don't change you'll be rea-"

 You'll be really unhappy. How many fucking times has she said that? I cut her off.

"Mom, stop. Leave me alone. I can't be bothered listening to you right now."

"Okay, fine. Just know you're not getting any lunch or anything from me, I dont give a shit about you anymore!" That's fine by me. She stormed off as she usually does.

 Yeah, maybe I shouldn't speak to her like that, but I just like to think I'm right for not letting her make me feel like shit. I already do, mind you, I'm just trying to not let myself feel any more like shit than I already do. 

 When I finished washing the dishes I found out that both doors to my bedroom were locked. I banged on the door, thinking it was Kaiya. 

"You're not going in there until I say so! Get your lazy ass out the fucking house!" She yelled from the bathroom. So she does give a shit about me. She just goes out of her fucking way to ruin my day.

"I need to get something from my room!"

"Too fucking bad! Get out the fucking house!"

"Jesus, a please would be nice at least!"

"No, you don't fucking deserve a please you ungrateful little shit!" What the actual fuck.

"Why not?" I was pretty pissed. 

"Because you're fucking screaming at me?!" Fucking says her. I was done with this shit. Jesus Christ, I can't even study now. Yet she'll be the one to come and fucking try to kill me if I don't pass my exams.

I decided to just fuck it. I took my bike from the garage and just started cycling. It was almost noon on a Saturday, absolutely roasting, would have been a perfect day to hang out with Reese. Shame, really. But I had enough of sulking around alone too. 

I ended up in the next town along, in a park, near a basketball court. A few guys were playing basketball, and they were impressively good. I sat down on a bench and propped my bike up, and just watched them for a while. Eventually, one of them nervously came up to me.

"Hey, you wanna play a match with us?" He asked, scratching the back of his neck. He was maybe a year older than me, kinda cute (not nearly as much as Reese though) and blonde.

"Me?" I kinda couldn't believe it to be honest. People didn't really approach me often, since I've naturally got a resting bitch face and because I make myself look even more mad so people don't approach me, cause I'm a fucking coward. "Uh... I'm not that good at basketball." 

Apart from scoring the occasional hoop in my backyard I'd never actually played a real game, since at school nobody'd want me on their team, cause everyone just assumed I wasn't any good because I wasn't exactly a loud person, so I'd never actually gotten to find out. I'd always just end up on the substitute bench, even if I was lucky enough to get on a team, I'd never get the ball passed to me. Literally.

"Oh come on, you're just sitting there, you might as well. I'm not that good either, don't worry." He was right. I really might as well. I'd never had a straight up stranger be so kind to me, really.

There were three of them, a blondie, brunette and redhead. I didn't really know people like them really existed. Friendly, not creepy jocks? 

I guess what they really made me realise was, there were good people in this world, apart from Reese. I'd just never really been looking hard enough. They also made me realise that I could talk to people, strangers and not make myself look like a trainwreck. I wasn't always a failure. I just had to find more people like me. People I got along with. I really needed to know that.

We played a few relaxed games of basketball toghether, and I wasn't as actually bad as I thought I was.

"It'd be cool to play with you again. You're actually pretty damn good." The blondie grinned when I'd said I had to go, since mom was probably going to fucking kill me. I'd been away for hours. Even though thats really exactly what she'd wanted.

"Yeah... Here, I'll give you my phone number." I searched around my pockets and miraculously found an old sharpie in one of them. I scrawled my phone number down and was gone. I was fucking dead meat.

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"Where the fuck were you?" The outrage in her voice told me exactly was to come. "You think it's okay to just fucking leave and not come back for hours?! You're fucking grounded!" That meant she was taking my guitar, piano, stereo, and no TV. At least I'll be able to stay focused on studying, I guess.