I Meet the Mutt [CURRENTLY BEING EDITED]

7 | No Lunch Dates Please

Just so you know, breakfast and bonding with the Wilsons in the morning is extremely important, which is why I include it in everything.

However, the morning the day after my parents and I had the Trojan War was especially significant. Mostly because Victoria blew my secret.

"Oh, Mom?" she said in her innocent voice. She almost sounded as angelic as me.

Heh.

Heh.

Get it?

"Yes, dear?" Mummy replied back.

"I forgot to mention yesterday, but Angela has a new boyfriend, Joshua Robertson. I just thought you might want to know about that."

My head whipped up automatically. Boyfriend? Bloody hell! Josh and I weren't even on BFFL terms, and we were already labeled as a couple?! If this was what Victoria thought, what did the rest of the school think?

You'd think I'd had just scored a zero on a quiz or something, because my parents gave me the most disappointed look any parent could ever give to their child.

Man, I was so dead.

"Oh, so not only are you ditching school and forgetting about what matters most, but you've also got yourself another distraction? Give yourself a nice pat on the back, Angela," my dad said sarcastically, allowing as much disgust as possible to drip off his words.

I kept my mouth shut this time. I knew I shouldn't care about what my parents thought of me so much, knew I shouldn't let their opinions affect me so much. But they were my parents, and I had been brought up to be the daughter they wanted, whether I wanted it or not. Besides, if I was going to try and crawl my way up to the high horse Victoria was on, shove her off of it, and claim the pedestal for myself, it wasn't wrong to try and "coerce" my parents, right?

My brilliant plan didn't need me going all stereotypical rebellious teenager on my parents, so naturally I just nodded along to their lecturing like I totally wasn't zoning out and thinking of how closely Josh's hair resembled a hobbit's.

Right, off-topic, and totally irrelevant because his hair, on good days, was usually pretty neat.

When it was time for me to leave, I texted Emma hoping she hadn't gotten herself in a jam to pick me up. Strangely, she didn't text back.

Which was seriously unusual—Emma was one of those hardcore Tumblr girls who couldn't get enough of social media, or bands. You would never want to know how much she could rant about Sleeping With Sirens, Fall Out Boy, Twenty One Pilots and so many others in one hour. Being friends with her and watching her climb her way up to "obsession" (I'd prefer the word "insanity") made me the expert of her rants. However, once upon a time I had also fallen into a whole of bands and TV shows, so I couldn't really complain.

Logan and Ian both replied that they had gotten on the bus instead of driving. And now I was stuck alone with no ride.

And there was no way in hell I could ask Josh to pick me up—after my humiliating confessions to him prior to the morning, I didn't know if I'd be able to face him without dying.

Yes, Josh was an amazing life counselor, and yes, I was extremely grateful for his help, but there's only so much that boy's fatass ego can take.

I set out to walk the half an hour it'd take to get to school. I debated on running the way there, however I'd look more like a dehydrated walrus than a human if I attempted that.

...

I was thirty minutes late.

Oh, crap.

Next to the horrible absence I took a few days ago, now I was going to get the second worst form of punishment—tardiness?