Breaking Walls (Lauren Cimorelli)

Chapter 2

Coley's POV

Two hours later and I was finally home. Thank God.

Lauren didn't talk to me the entire time I was there. She didn't even help me like she said she would. Instead she just kept to herself and either nodded or shook her head everytime I said something to her.

I know she's shy, but if you promise to help someone, you should keep your promise. I mean, hell, I'm shy, but I still keep my word. I probably care about this way too much, but I don't wanna seem like a total idiot around Amber. If Lauren doesn't help me out like she said she would, then I was gonna seem like an idiot.

I walked into the front door of my house and immediately smelled food, which meant my mom was home from work. I silently cursed as I remembered that I didn't tell her that I was doing something after school. Curious to see if she had been worried, I checked my phone for the first time since school got out. I turned it on to see 7 missed calls and 42 texts from her.

Don't get me wrong, I loved my mom, but she can be a little too worried at times.

"Nicole, where have you been?" My mom asked, while looking very pissed off. She never uses my full name unless she's angry. I feel like no parents use their child's full name, if they have a nickname, unless the parents are angry.

"I was at an after-school thing. I was busy the entire time, so I didn't check my phone. And I forgot to let you know. Sorry." I said.

"An after-school thing? What kind of after-school thing? You mean a club? Did you actually join a club? Finally!" She seemed kind of happy, but still pissed because I didn't let her know.

"Sorta. I'm helping out with the school play," I told her.

"Since when do you like theatre? I thought you hated being on stage." She asked with a confused look on her face.

"I'm not gonna be on stage, I'm gonna be backstage. I'm helping out with props, technical stuff, and basically everything that doesn't include acting in it, I guess. I'm not completely sure, all I did was help paint today. Or at least try to," I whispered that last part.

"Well, I'm glad you're doing something. Maybe you'll make some new friends, who knows." She told me as she went back to cooking.

"You do know I already have friends, right mom?" I asked as I started to walk upstairs to my room.

"You mean that Katie girl? Didn't you complain just last week about how she's always hanging out with her boyfriend?"

"Well, yeah, but she's still my friend!" I yelled from the top of the stairs.

"Doesn't mean you don't have room for more friends!" She yelled back.

I rolled my eyes and walked into my room. I threw my stuff on the floor and layed down in my bed, hoping to get some rest before dinner. As soon as I closed my eyes, I heard my phone go off. I looked to see I had a text from Katie.

Guess who I ran into on the way out of the school? :)

I responded immediately, hoping it was who I thought it was.

Who? I s2g, don't mess with me Katie

After waiting about 10 minutes for her to respond, she finally did.

Oh, just the love of your life.

I rolled my eyes.

What did she say?

15 minutes later I got a response. Does it really take someone that long to type a few words?

She wanted me to tell you thank you for helping out with the play after school. Apparently no one else from our Spanish class showed up.