Dear Niklaus

Chapter 12: Not Much of a Party

"Give me your keys."  

I walked into my closet to get away from her, but no luck. Since nine this morning, she has been pestering me and I've been ignoring her. She'd leave me alone for about an hour once she got the hint I didn't want her company and appear again trying to start conversation. It's now seven at night and she's pissed. I haven't been the easiest person to get along with today, but could you blame me. That rock sitting on her finger kept snickering if not taunting. Every now and again I would glance down to her stomach, but there was no visible bump, so she wasn't far along in the pregnancy at all. I felt bad that I was ignoring her, but I don't agree with her marriage or pregnancy. I sound selfish, I know. I love my mom dearly and her happiness is all I want, but can't her happiness be with someone her age or older for Christ sake? 

"Little girl I am sick of you ignoring me. Either you speak to me and let me know what is wrong with you or you can give me your keys and forget about going wherever it is you were thinking of going."  

"Why do you want my keys? They are of no importance to you mom." 

"Don't you dare question me. Just do as I say!" 

Once again, I ignored her. I went ahead into the bathroom to wash and prepare for the party. After washing up, I did my makeup and walked out the bathroom to discover my mom standing in front of the door. I simply walked around her and into my closet. Her patience was running thin; I could tell by the way that she constantly glared at me as if I were a demon child.  

I tried to stay in the closet as long as possible. At last, she left, but not before, she took her frustration out on my door by repeatedly slamming it. Someone has anger issues don't they. Once I was dressed, it was time for me to head out and pick up Niklaus. Slowly I creaked open my door to listen for any sounds. It was silent, too silent. I quickly closed the door of my room and ran toward the window to see if Connors car was in the driveway. Low and behold it was. Either he was helping my mom stake me out or they were talking downstairs about what to do with me. I hope that it's the latter.  

After growing a pair, I finally left out of my room with a stride of confidence all the way to the top of the stairs. At the base of the stairs, stood Connor and my mom with not so happy faces. Still holding my head high, I stride straight toward them and nearly had to push my way through. I kept going until I was out the door. It had to be passed nine and knowing Klaus, he will be calling my phone any second now. As if on cue, my phone rings.  

"I'm on the way Niklaus," I say right when I answer.  

"What are you doing? Still getting ready?" He has a hint of impatience in his voice along with annoyance.  

"I sort of pissed my mom off and she was giving me a hard time, so excuse me rudeness. I'll be there in a few."  

Without hearing his reply, I hung up the phone and practically flew out the driveway. I'll be saying goodbye to sunlight for a while when I return back home. I made it to Niklaus' after him calling me an extra 5 times. I blew the horn and waited for him to step out his house. After waiting nearly 5 minutes, he comes out looking sexy as ever in white v-neck shirt, black, leather, biker jacket and dark washed jeans along with his all black converse. My eyes stayed on him right until the moment he got in the car. You couldn't tell he was sick at all. I had the sudden urge to pounce on him and devour every piece of him until there was nothing left. Instead of being so drastic, I pulled him into a heated, passionate kiss. I pulled away and placed my forehead to his.  

"I just had to do that," I said while staring him in the eyes.  

"Glad you did," he said before pulling me back into another mind-blowing kiss. We'd never leave for this party if we kept it going at this rate.