Life After True Love

He's Kind of a Dick

I threw my hair up in a messy pony tail, and put on my make up in a way that would have made a drag queen proud. Not to say I wore too much makeup, for me at least. I was no stranger to getting criticized for my makeup, or the fact that I wear a lot of it, but who were other people to tell me whether or not it was okay for me to do something that made me feel confident. Sure, most people would think false lashes, and full contouring was a bit much, but I knew I was going to a party, and drinking. That meant dark lighting and a lot of pictures with flash photography. Dex was going to show up in front of my house and pick me up. That reminded me that I had to pack a bag since I was going to spend the night at his house, along with one of our other close friends-Anthony.

I rifled through the bags I had stashed in the back of my closet, and found one that was a reasonable size for an overnight bag. I had to pack clothes to change into to sleep in, and a change of clothes for later that day. Saturday was the day our group usually got together to go out to dinner together, we were kind of like a strange, misfit family. That was our ritual, so I knew I would end up going with Dex and Anthony to dinner. There was absolutely no way I would have time to come back home and change before that. I went on a mad dash to pack up all my makeup, and the supplies I needed to wash it off, along with my toothbrush, and my phone charger.

My mom knocked on my door, and came to sit on my bed. She looks a lot like me. We both have the same heavy, dark brown hair, and huge hazel green eyes. We both look like deer, with our small, pinched features, and saucer eyes. She goes through some magazines I have sitting at the foot of my bed, clearly also snooping with her eyes to see if I forgot to hide anything in my room that she wouldn't want there. If there was any way to describe my mom in one word, it wouldn't be hard. That word would be: suspicious.

"So...where are you going again?" she dubiously probed, obviously trying to catch me in a lie.

"I'm going to a party, and then a few of us are staying at Dex's house and staying the night," I replied with extreme exasperation. I had already told her all of this. I didn't really see the need to rehash it. "I have dinner with my friends tomorrow, so I'll probably just go with Dex since I'll already be at his house, and he'll bring me home after that."

"Hmm...are you and Dex dating?"

With a sigh I turned to her and looked her dead in the eye.

"No, mom. We aren't." No matter how much I wished we were. "Stop asking."

My mom shrugged, and started going through the school papers I had sitting on my bedside table. Thankfully I saw Dex's headlights out of my bedroom window.

"Dex is here, mom, I'm leaving. I'll see you later." I grabbed my bag and threw it over my shoulder. "Mom did you want to come out and say hi to Dex?" I knew asking wasn't really necessary, because she was going to do whatever she wanted anyway.

"No, that's okay." She got up and followed me to the front door. "Make good choices, and be safe." She sounded like Jamie Lee Curtis in Freaky Friday.

I ran out to meet Dex, before he took the initiative to get out and talk to my mother.