6 months to live

Dinner

        Tatum met me at my locker the next morning. His hair was slicked back, exposing his forehead. He looked gorgeous and I loved the way heads turned when he walked my direction. I didn't want to lose that feeling. It was a privilege of mine.

I was going to do it though. As much as it pained me, it was for the best. Or did Chelsea just want him to herself?

          "Are you busy this afternoon?" He smiled.

         "My mom and I are going to have dinner downtown. It's a tradition that we do on Fridays."

        He rolled his eyes at me. "It's kind of funny that you think that you have a choice."

           I probably resembled a furious bull at that moment. There was no way that I would break tradition with my mother just to hangout with my boyfriend, I didn't even like him that much. I slammed my locker shut. "I'm not going!"

        Heads turned in our direction which was embarrassing, but I was finally standing up for myself. Tatum and I were done! I was tired of him dragging me down and treating me as his little puppet. Not anymore.

           His face turned red. Maybe I crossed the line a little bit because his face looked like he was enraged. "Why," he gritted his teeth. "Not?"

             "Why don't you go order your other girlfriends around, huh?" I smirked at Tatum. He thought he had me wrapped around his finger. He underestimated my brain power. Tatum's expression froze. His mouth opened but I put my finger to it. "I'd rather not hear any excuses...especially from you. By the way, I already told the girls that you were dating, to make a long story short, they said it's over." I snickered. "Go find someone dumb enough to be your girlfriend, but as for me....I never want to see you again." Then I turned around and left.

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         Dinner

         My mother and I went to an Asian restaurant. We usually went to Mexican restaurants because of the familiarity of the foods, but we decided that we should expand our taste. Dinner was on me since she was paying for my medications and trying to help me recover.

"Which section would you like to order from?"

"Chinese, I've been craving chow mien a lot recently."

She nodded her head. "I think I'll try something new....I've never had Thai before."

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I cleared my throat before speaking. "What is it that you've been hiding from me?"

Her eyes stopped roaming from her plate once I spoke. They then slowly traveled upwards so she could hold eye contact with me. "Isn't it a little too soon for that, Maya?"

We were in the middle of our meal and we kept having short two minute conversations. It was time. "You're going to keep pulling it to the side. I rarely see you anymore, mom. I've missed you."

Her brows frowned. "I've been busy with work. The case I'm working on is very....well, interesting. I've been dealing with a lot and the stress is really getting to me." She grabbed a lock of her hair. "I haven't even reached forty but my hair is grey in at a ridiculous pace!"

"It's just work? There's nothing on the side that's going on?"

My mother fidgeted with her clothing. "There's absolutely nothing."

"Please tell me!" My mother's intelligent was passed down to me, I wish she would just be straight forward. Why did so many people that I was stupid?!

She then fixed her hair. "Under one condition."

My eyebrows shot up. I knew it.

"You are to remain silent about it. You absolutely cannot discuss it with anyone. Not your friends, not your boyfriend. Do you understand?" She pointed her index finger at me.

I nodded my head not knowing what to expect.

"Creo que estoy enamorado de mi cliente." (I think I'm in love with my client.)

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I really want more of Santiago but I don't know how to bring him back -_-. His character is weird so I don't know how to work with it.