Chapter 9

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I wake up and get ready for school. I just grab the first pair of jeans, my red holster jacket, a white tank and Jordans. No make up and no effort for my hair. Mom and Dad aren't here but there is a note. 'Reagan dear, Kendra is picking you up for school. Your father and I have two parent conferences with May so we left early. Be safe and have a good day. -Love, Mom

"What did I do?" I whisper. I hear a honk and grab my house key off my key ring and head outside. Instead of Kendra its Asher waiting for me. I get in and smile. "Hey." I say. "Reagan what's wrong." I shake my head "nothing I'm fine." Me being like my mother I don't open up easy.

He turns off the car and turns "tell me please." He pleads. "Why? Why do you care?" I ask. "Because your my girlfriend and I want to know why your upset." I sigh. "I said some really mean, and insensitive things to my parents. I even lied and now they are hurt. My mom to stubborn to show it and my dad to forgiving to really tell me. Last night the walked upstairs without saying goodnight. You can tell their hurt and I... I caused it and I lied"

He looked at me and gave me a sad smile. "Reagan your going get them back." "How do you know?" He laughs "because your Reagan Locksley. You can get anyone." I smile. He pulls out my drive way head to school.

On the way we get Starbucks. We walk into school hand in hand. I whisper "I need your phone later so I can check my Instagram and snap chat." He laughs "okay Reagan." Then Bianca spots us. She starts laughing "oh look here it's Locksley. Oh Asher you could so much better than that."

My temper is very short today due to the fact that my parents are pissed at me. "No one asked you anyway." I snapped. She laughs and walks away. Asher places his hand on my shoulder but I huff and walk down the hall. I try not to look or talk to him in my two classes I have with him. At lunch he sits by me. "Hey Reagan chill okay." Literally on the verge of tears I stand up and walk away. I hear Candy running after me.

"Reagan!" She shouts. I stop in the courtyard. "I know your parents are mad but-" I cut her off "I wished my parents dead! I wished my mommy and daddy dead Candy. I don't even know why they just made me so angry and I... I didn't mean it." I say with tears starting to fall. "Reagan they know they are just hurting." Candy tries to comfort me. "Let's go take a visit to their job." I look up to see her dangling her keys. I smile and we walk off campus to go to my parents jobs.

We pull up to my moms practice. I hop and and run in. "Reagan." The lady at the desk Belle greets. "Hey B." I say and run to my moms office. I see her at her desk typing something on her Apple Mac desktop. I open the door. "Mommy." I call as I run up to her. She stands and walks round her desk and give her a hug. She's taken back but gives in. She kisses my forehead. Tears streaming steadily down my face. "Reagan what's wrong?" She questions.

"Mi dispiace mamma ; I didn't serio." (I'm so sorry mom; I didn't mean it.) She sighs "Reagan I know your sorry but you can't just take back things like that." My face drops. Was mom really not accepting my apology. Then I hear foot steps. I turn to see my dad holding Chinese food. "Dad." I say. I run up to him and tell him how sorry I am. "Reagan my love your mother and I forgive you but you can't just say things to people like that and expect us to forgive and forget. It still hurts; now I suggest you go back to school." My whole world came crashing down. My parents aren't forgiving. I turn and look at mom. Her face full of anger. I tried to see if it was a mask but it wasn't. I turn and walk out the office not daring to cry.

Candy drives me back to school. "They hate me." I say. She shakes her head "they can never hate you." She says trying to sound reasonable. The car ride was quiet so I could think about how stupid I really am. I spend the rest of the evening quiet not saying much. I miss dinner and say nothing to anybody.

The next week exactly the same.

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