Saving Grace

Chapter Seventeen. // Oh, Look at the Time I've Waisted.

Chapter Seventeen. // Oh, Look at the Time I've Waisted.

(unedited)

// Amanda's P.O.V. \\

"Do you think that I could have the apartment to myself tonight?" I ask my mom, who is smoking a joint. Leaning my head on her shoulder and gazing up at her with my poutiest eyes I could muster, "I'm having a friend over."

My mother grunts, taking the joint out from between her lips and looks down at me through her sun glass. "You're having a boy over."

I roll my eyes, "obviously, Jamie's too preoccupied with school, work and Noah to even think about chilling with me. Plus, I think she might still be mad at me." I sigh, sitting up on the couch and looking over at my mother.

It's ten in the morning, she just got home from Boyfriend Eight's house and she's wearing a black dress that's just an inch from her vagina. Her reddish hair is a disheveled mess and she has sunglasses covering her eyes to hide the fact that she has a killer hang over. Plus, I drew all the blinds as soon as she walked in to be bitch and she called me one so it worked. Not to mention the fact that she is already smoking her second joint and on her third glass of brandy.

I look at my mom, "we both know you'll be out of here by noon so why not leave now?" I ask, almost giddy with the thought of seeing Ryan. I don't know when this happened. It feels like just yesterday, I was complaining to Jamie about it and wishing her would hop off my dick and now all I want him to do is hop on. And never ever hop back off.

My mother turns her head to me, I can see the glare through her glasses. "Love you too, you ungrateful brat."

I grin, "we're going to Vegas in a week. I think we will spend plenty of time with each other while we're there." I lick my lips before leaning over to peck her wrinkling cheek, "whether or not we'll remember it is another story."

My mother laughs before shaking her head at me, "I get it. I'll get out of your hair." She says, holding her hands up in surrender. She takes her feet off the coffee table where they were kicked up before looking at me, "make sure you use protection, we don't need no babies."

I roll my eyes, grinning before I peck my mom's cheek. "Yeah, yeah. I know the drill." I smile as I watch my mother slop away from me, her heels lazily clacking on the ground as she makes her way to the door. She pulls it open and lik that, she's disappeared back into the world. I'm not too worried though. If there's anyone who can handle her own no matter the citation or state of mind. It's my mother.

As soon as the door clicks shut, automaticity locking, I pull out my phone.

To Ryan: She's gone. Bring the Doritos and Mountain Dew. I've got the movies.

From Ryan: I'm pulling into the parking spot right under your house now. Your mom made eye contact with me and winked before getting into a shady black SUV.

I laugh, rolling my eyes as I jump up from the couch and walk over to the door and unlock it so he can just come right in. I walk into my large, white and black kitchen and check the timer on the stove. I sigh and look at the mere two minuets left on the clock until the cookies are done. I stare at it for as long as I could handle before grunting and pulling the cookies out anyway. I waited a long fifteen seconds, just so you know. I set the cookies on the stove before slipping the mist off my hand and switching the stove off. Just as I'm coming out of the kitchen, I hear the door open and in comes Ryan with exactly as he promised, with the addition of a large pizza box.