Bull-shit, I Don't Do Love

Chapter 12 - In which it begins.

After Xavier left, I spent the rest of the night finishing up the rest of my homework. Brittany poked her head into my room at some point but was met with a pen to her face.

I was about to go to bed when I heard the front door open. My mother's voice floated up the staircase, "Anyone still awake?"

I glanced at Brittany's room, knowing she was already asleep, sighed and walked down the stairs.

My mom was warming leftovers up in the microwave. She smiled tiredly at me as I entered. "Hey honey, how was school?"

"Good. How was work?"

She laughed, "Tiring. Did you have your lab partner over today?"

I nodded. So she had gotten my text. "You didn't reply so I thought it was okay."

I saw her jaw tighten. Shit. "I wish you wouldn't assume that everything is okay."

I hung my head. Maybe I wouldn't if she actually replied once in a while. "I'm sorry." I paused, "Can he come over on Friday again? We've still got a lot to do."

Her fingers went to her temples. "I guess. Just be sure to hide our valuables. I don't want anything to go missing."

I opened my mouth to argue but shut it quickly. "Okay." I could hear the tiredness in my voice. "I'm going to go to bed."

She nodded. I moved into hug her, "I love you, mommy."

She returned the hug and said, "Be sure to wash your hair. I love you too, dear."

With another sigh, I headed back up the stairs.

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My morning was uneventful. Britt and I made it to the bus stop on time. Math class was fairly low key. Something about numbers and death.

I walked into Ms. Talia's class and saw Angela waiting in her chair. She looked at me expectantly. I sat down and raised my eyebrows at her. "What?"

She shook her head, her long hair flew back and forth. I looked at her for a moment longer, asking myself what I could've done to make her act like this. I couldn't come up with anything.

She spend most of the period staring at me. I kept looking at her as if to ask "Why are you staring at me?" to which she stare-said back "I'm a fucking creeper" or something along those lines.

I didn't find out that her totally creepy weirdness was because of the 'special guest' that was at my house the night before.

At lunch, my whole table was buzzing, like bees. Annoying, overexcited bees. Where was a bug zapper when you needed one?

"Did he stay long?"

"Did he kiss you?"

"Did he hit on you?"

"Did he murder your family?"

"Did he try to get it on?"

I threw my hands up in the air helplessly, "No. No. No. No. And No!"

Ellie, the getting it on suggester, snapped her fingers, "Damn. I was really hoping."

I threw a French fry at her. "You, my friend, are sick and twisted."

She giggled.

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After a lunch of questions, I was getting sick of the name Xavier. By the time Ellie and I were walking into Mr. Bolder's classroom, I was ready to punch the next person who said his god damn name.