Wolf Girl

Chapter 17

The next day after school, instead of going to my new home, I decide to go to my old home to do my homework with Mother. I take my old bus home, instead of walking home with Dax and Rose.

I look to the back of the bus as I get on, and look at Vincent for the first time in years. He looked more Italian than he ever did. He was still pretty cute, minus the fact that he cut his amazingly long hair into a short-style cut.

His brown eyes sparkled as him and I made eye contact, and I quickly looked away so I could sit in my usual seat in the middle of the bus. I pull out my phone and listen to my music until he decided to sit down next to me.

"Hello there," he said, weirdly.

"Go away," I say, turning my body away from him so I could look out of the window and try to avoid any more conversation.

"Wait, before you get mad, I want to apologize," he said, sounding a bit sad. "I want to make up for what I did."

I turn to face him, feeling a bit of sympathy fill my insides. Should I forgive him?

"I-I'm sorry," he said. I thought about it for a second, until I remembered what Mother had told me in her "boy talk" when Vincent and I first started dating.

"Once a cheater, always a cheater."

I furrow my brows and frown at him. "Once a cheater, always a cheater." I repeat, and shove him to the side so I could get out of the seat I was in, to move up three more rows. I don't even turn around to see his reaction, even though I know it would be priceless.

. . .

I approach the small house and walk up the porch steps, fearful of the fact that Mom could drive by out of no where and ground me or something. I knock on the door, and Mother opened the door not much longer after I had knocked.

"Calla!" she exclaims, and pulls me in for a tight hug.

"Mother! I missed you!" I cheer.

"I missed you too, Calla."

I break off of her, and she leads me inside the living room.

"I hate it over there Mother, it's so boring." I groan.

"I know, it's boring here too, without you here. We still haven't made any use of your room yet," she says, motioning her head towards my bedroom. The door was open enough to be able to see that the room was still empty. "We do know that you belong with your real mom though. Randy and I want what's best for you." She smiles, and I smile back at her.

"Can I do my homework here today?" I ask.

"Your mom won't care?"

"No, she doesn't care what I do," I say, and as soon as I say that, my phone starts ringing.

"Oh, they got you a new phone," Mother says, and I nod as I realize it's Mom who was the one calling.

"Hang on, it's Mom," I say, rolling my eyes as I answer the phone.

"Hello?" I answer flatly.

"Where are you!?" she yells into the phone.

"I'm at a friend's house, calm down," I say. What crawled up her ass today?

I hear her huff, and she hangs up on me. I give my phone a dirty look as if it was her, and hang up as well.

"I don't like her very much," I say to Mother.

"She sounds rude," Mother says.

"She wouldn't even let me put you or Randy's number in my phone. Then Dad and I smashed my old phone," I say.

"We could've sold that!" she groans.

"You would've only made a dollar, Mother, because it was cracked and old," I respond with a small chuckle.

I make my way to the kitchen, and I pull out my math homework and place it on the kitchen table. While I do my homework, I explain to Mother everything that happened yesterday. She followed along, nodding her head or gasping as I told the detailed story.

When I finished all of my homework, which included science and social studies along with the math, I pack my stuff up and Mother decides to take me home. She stops at the end of the street and drops me off there, so Mom doesn't see where I actually was.

I walk inside with an angry Mom slamming pots everywhere while making dinner.

"Soup for dinner," she says angrily and without turning around, and I walk upstairs without saying anything.

"Couldn't be as good as Mother's soup," I think as I'm walking up the soft carpet stairs.

I walk into my room and sit on my small twin sized bed, while Rose sits on her comfortable queen sized bed. I look to see that her book bag hasn't moved from where she normally puts it when she gets home from school, and she's laying on her bed.

"Did you do your homework?" I ask her. I lay my book bag next to hers.

"No," she answers without looking up from her phone.

"You're not gonna do it?"

"No," she says, making a disgusted face, her eyes not moving from her phone. I shrug it off, and grab some pj's from my drawer. I walk into the bathroom, turn on the shower, and hop in.

. . .

"Hey Mom, can I have a PC?" I ask, my hair still dripping wet from my shower. Mom laid next to Dad on their large king sized bed, watching TV. She pauses her show and sighs.

"Sure, let's go," she says, starting to stand up. "I have to sub a science class tomorrow, so don't take too long."

"Okay," I say, kindly. She seems to have loosened up a bit since earlier today.

Yes, I am aware that my mom and I are about to walk into a store in our pj's, but hey, that's always fun.

We walk into Best Buy, and I immediately set my eyes on the PC monitors. I run over to them, and set my eyes onto the PC's that have built in cameras. Mom slowly walks up behind me, and looks at the monitors with me.

"Mom, can I get a desk and a head set too?" I ask, typing curse words childishly into the keyboard of one computer.

"Of course," she says. "Stop typing 'dick'." I burst out laughing, and continue my search of the perfect PC.

I run around the table, and see a thirty inch computer, with a nice keyboard and mouse, that seems to be the one I was looking for. Mom gets a store worker to get us a box with the monitor in it, and I carry it around to the front counter.

"Have a nice day," the person who checked us out said.

"Thanks, you too," Mom says, and we head out for Target to get a desk and a headset.

Once we leave Target with a desk and a nice comfortable headset, we load the desk's box into the car, and head back home.

"Thank you so much, Mothe-uh, Mom," I say, correcting myself. I expect Mom to blow up on me for almost calling her 'Mother,' but she only laughs it off.

"You're welcome, dear," she says, and hugs me. "I'm glad to have you back with me."

"I'm glad to be back," I lie, and hug her back.

Most of me still wished that Mother could've done something about me moving. A part of me believed that she just didn't want me anymore, but that couldn't be the case, could it?