I was driving home with my mother and it was a silent drive.
"So, he's a bad boy eh?" My mum broke the silence.
"Mum!" I exclaimed.
"Wait till I tell your brother" she grinned.
"Stop mum" I whined.
"You like him!" She teased.
"Stop" I looked at her dead serious.
"You two are cute though" she whispered and then continued to focus on the road.
"Mum, don't say anything to him!!" I whined
"I know the drill, don't worry" she smiled as she then drove into our driveway.
"But," she objected.
"Yes" I groaned.
"You need to get punished by me, what you did was unacceptable, you are grounded for the weekend" she said.
"But mum! I was going to see Joe tomorrow!" I exclaimed.
"Joe? Is that his name?" She smirked.
"Piss off" I rolled my eyes at her.
"Sorry, I have to punish you somehow... You have detention with him" she tried to cheer me up.
"I was going to go to his house..." I trailed off.
"Was he going to kiss you?!" She cheered excitedly.
"Jeeze mum, there's a slim chance he would, we're only fourteen remember" I sighed.
"That's what worries me" she frowned.
"Why?" I questioned.
"Girls my age when I was fourteen were smoking pot and getting pregnant, please don't be one of those girls, I'm begging you" she showed a sincere expression on her face.
"Is that how I was born? Was I just a hook up?" I questioned.
My mum didn't respond and tears began to well up in my eyes.
"I love you very much, it was my goal to make you the best you can be" she came to sit beside me and wipe the tears from my eyes.
"I know it's hard but at least I'm your real mother" she comforted me.
"Your right, I should be thankful" I sniffled.
"Now, go to your room and be grounded" she chuckled.
"Yes ma'am" I saluted her and marched upstairs into my room.
My room was messy, with cream walls covered in one direction posters, all of my black clothing was scattered around the place and my deodorant and foundation sat on my dressing table without a lid, cluttered with my hair brushes and other handy-down makeup essentials from my mother.
I had a small window, sitting a short distance on the left side of my bed with a love seat in front of it.
My window was open because I was trying to dry some shirts that I accidentally dropped in cookie dough and my mum forced me to wash them and dry them myself.
Then, I medium sized rock was thrown through the window and landed in a pile of black leggings.
Fuck, fuck, fuck I'm going to get attacked!
My mind panicked. I was scared shitless and I didn't know where is came from.
"Sorry! I was meant to hit the frame!" I heard a sweet British accent shout from below.
I stuck my head out of my window to see him standing down in my backyard.
"You just couldn't stay away from me, could you?" I smirked.
"Could you let down your hair Repunzel?" He joked.
"I can let down the key to let you into the house through the back door?"
"Perfect"
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