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Effie Evans

As my mom spooned pasta into her mouth with one hand, and texted with the other, I found myself pushing my food around my plate.

My mom was pretty much the definition of workaholic and couldn't go anywhere without taking her phone with her. It was like her and Nate were the same person, except Nate was the polar opposite of a workaholic.

I stood up, emptying the food on my plate into the trash, not even causing my mom to lift her head to look at me.

"Mom, when was the last time you saw Jackson?" I asked.

She huffed, placing her phone down on the dinner table. "I don't know honey, I've been really busy lately."

I shook my head at her, forcefullly slamming the dishwasher shut. "Too busy to see your own son in hospital?"

She looked at me, eyes wide and mouth slightly ajar. Did she expect me to be sympathetic? No-one had ever asked her to work 24 hours a day, and we certainly didn't need the money. I was beginning to think she'd rather work than be forced to spend time with her family- however disjointed it was.

'That's not fair Elizabeth." She said.

I laughed sarcastically, drying my hands with the dish-towel. "I'll tell you what isn't fair Mom. What isn't fair is that your own son has to sit in a hospital room on his own all day, waiting for you to go and see him, but you never turn up. Don't you think he'd like to see his mom?"

She shook her head. "I uh-h he never told me he wanted to see me."

"Are you deluded? Of course he wants to see you!" I yelled.

She gulped, knotting her hands together. "Well, I'm sorry."

I scoffed, slamming the door behind me on the way out of the kitchen.

Ever since my dad had abandoned me, mom and Jackson- due to 'stress,' my mom had always been one of those absent parents. She would turn up for birthdays, Christmas and Thanksgiving, but most other times, she'd just float in and out, grabbing dinner at home before returning to work. We'd never had money troubles, she'd always supported us in that way, but she was never really there for me and Jackson, not emotionally, just financially.

I'd taken on the role of being my brother's moral support. She just dropped in and out when he was having a 'good' day, because God forbid, she saw one of her perfect children on a 'bad' day.

I stormed up to my bedroom, swinging the door shut behind me. And just as I'd started to cool down from my much needed rant at my mom, the doorbell rang.

Why do people always come at the wrong time? Even the postman made a habit of dropping off parcels when I was in the shower. I was surprised I hadn't accidentally flashed him yet.

The poor old man would probably have a heart attack.

I hauled myself off of my bed, balling my hands into fists, as the person behind the door repeatedly rang the doorbell.

Ring.Ring.Ring.Ring.Ring.Ring.

Dude, I heard the first time you rang the bell. Just because you ring it six more times, doesn't mean I'm gonna be able to walk any faster.

I swung open the door, gasping as I took in the sight of Jack- the boy from the store, his face covered in bruises and cuts.

What the hell had happened to him?

"What the hell! How did you get my address?" I yelled.

He smiled, wincing as one of the cuts on his cheek moved. "This Steve guy at the store. I told him I was an estranged cousin."

I needed to have words with Steve about giving my address out to potential strangers.

I giggled slightly, biting down on my bottom lip to stop myself. "What are you doing here?" I whispered.

If my mom came to the door, it would look pretty damn weird. And if she asked how we met.....

"Do you have a first aid kit by any chance?" He asked, pointing to his face.

I groaned, rolling my eyes before grabbing his wrist and quickly dragging him upstairs.

"Be quiet. If my mom sees you she'll freak." I demanded.

He nodded, following me into my room and taking a seat on my bed.

Well, wasn't he making himself at home?

"I'll get the first- aid kit, you stay here and don't snoop." I said.

"Why? Do you have any kinky underwear you don't want me to see?" He asked.

"No. Just stay there." I replied, ignoring the fact he was still wiggling his eyebrows at me.

I scoured the bathroom for a first-aid kit, pulling out bottle after bottle of my mom's ridiculously expensive perfume.

I picked up some anti-septic wipes, tissues and a cloth, before switching the bathroom light off and checking that I'd rearranged everything so it looked the same as it did before, to avoid questioning from my mom.

If she was home to do any questioning.

I returned to my room, throwing down all the stuff onto my bed next to Jack. He sat up straighter, moving some of his hair away from his forehead.

I unwrapped some of the anti-septic wipes, setting them down on Jack's leg. "So what happened?"

He winced as I pressed a wipe to the cut on his lip. "I saw this dude's girl cheating on him. So I told him and he took it the wrong way and thought it was me that she was cheating with."

I nodded. "It wasn't you, was it?" I asked and he furiously shook his head. "I don't mess with taken girls Effie."

Well, I could see he had some morals. Most guys couldn't care less about a girl being taken or not.

I moaned as I tilted my small frame into different positons, trying to clean up his nose.

Jack placed his hands on my waist. "Maybe you could get to it better if you just straddled my lap."

I smiled, shaking my head at the immature boy, who I'd just said had morals. "You'd just love that wouldn't you?"

He smirked. "I'd love it if you came to a party with me tommorow."

Well that was fucking random.

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A/N: Thank you to the people who voted on chapter one! I know it was only a small number of people, but it was very kind of you.

Also if you guys want to know who I've cast as each character, let me know and
I'll post pictutes in the next chapter.