Second Chance

Chapter 8- My Family Needs a Little Help or Medical Attention {Part 2/2}

"Yeah," I tear my eyes away from Jake's deadly gaze. "Actually, you know that saying? About how you learn something new every day? Well, I definitely learned something new today. Would you like to explain, Jake?" I look at him, wiggling my eyebrows up and down (see, this skill is very useful during difficult times like this).

"U-um," Jake stutters. "I, u-uh."

"Nevermind the king, it includes The Soon to be Queen. Oh, I forgot to tell you Jake has a lover."

"W-what?" my mom asks exasperated. "What are you talking about?"

"You haven't heard?" I say directing it towards Jake. "Jake is in a relationship. A real one this time, not one like...Elise."

"Oh, I mean, of course. No one can be worse than Elise!"

"Hey!" Jakes butts in. "That was a long time ago! I was innocent and stupid to fall for Elise's French magic voodoo tricks! IT WAS ALL A TRAP!"

"Yeah," Dylan says. "You were stupid, and you still are."

"Tell me who it is, who is it? I want to add this girl to my list of 'Girls that Jake could possibly end up with'." My mother pretends and pulls out an invisible notepad and pen. "She will be number 374."

We all stare at my mother quizzically as she readies her pen.

"Well, it's-"

"WAIT," Jake hollers lifting his hand up, waiting for the silence to come which obviously wouldn't happen because seriously, who would listen to Jake.

"It's... ZOE."

And know cue the silence. My mother drops her "pen and notepad" in disbelief, her mouth in a perfect circular shape. Then her face contorts into a grin, then she starts to laugh, leaning back into her chair.

We all look around at each other, wondering if our mother has gone crazy. We all exchange a silent conversation.

Maybe mom should retire now from being the Guardian of the Household and instead go to a mental institute to regain her mentality, I eye my brothers.

Definitely, Jake eyes me back.

"Is mom OK?" Dylan questions us with concern, scrunching his tiny face up. "Maybe something got into her dinner, like a dead squirrel from the tree house in the back. I heard it tastes like chicken. Are you sure this is chicken?"

"No, no," mom assures. "It's just-" She breaks into another fit of laughter. "Good one Mac, that has to be the best joke you have made all day!" She laughs again, this time with more enthusiasm. "Like, what would Zoe ever see in Jake, that would be a miracle if that ever happened. Zoe, your best friend...with Jake??? Hah, impossible."

Oh god, my mom doesn't even believe this. My mom will be even more shocked than me. Like shocker much?

She even stared at him for a full 30 seconds and not understanding we were being serious. What kind of world do we live in? Maybe some sort of weird story??

"Um, mom?" Jake questions, staring at my mother with caution. "We, uh, were being serious."

My mother looks up, her laughs dying as she realizes we were not joking. "Oh, uh-h." Her smile fades. "Jake, honey, I am so sorry, I-I didn't know- I was only joking...! You know that right?"

Jake sits there in shock, still dumbfounded by the fact that he just got roasted by his own mother. "I-I..."

"Savage..." Dylan whispers under his breath.

I push his head to the side. "Shhh, we must watch this battle. Perhaps maybe even a fight to the death," I whisper, so quietly so that he could only hear me.

"I am so happy for you!" she squeals, getting up and pulling him into a hug. What a change in emotions, am I right??

"That was the friendliest battle to the death I've ever seen," Dylan complains, throwing down his napkin that was laying on his lap.

"Yep, certainly wasn't the Hunger Games."

"Well, I was starving before."

My mother is suffocating my brother in her arms, he pleads with his eyes, "Help."

"Mom, please let go of Jake, do you want to strangle your own son to death? Even after he just found his supposed 'lover'?"

"Oh," my mother lets go of Jake. "I'm just, so happy that you found someone great to be in a relationship with!" She looks at me. "How long have you known this?"

"Only for like 2 hours, actually," I reply, fidgeting with the cloth that was placed over the table.

"This is great and all, I mean I am, you know, 'happy' for Jake, but I am tired and I need my beauty sleep. So imma go to bed if that's alright," Dylan interrupts, jumping out of his seat and running upstairs to his room without saying another word to us.

"Goodnight," my mom yells, hoping that Dylan could possibly hear her.

"Ok I'm going to go upstairs too, it's getting late," I turn my head over to the clock, it was 9 o'clock, we were down here at the dinner table for nearly an hour. This was a record. Guess talking about girls is a gushy yet extensive topic to talk about. It just lets the time fly by.

"Ok, honey, don't forget to wash up," my mom hollers, giving me the approval to head upstairs after Dylan.

I walk into my room as I feel my pants pocket buzz. I reach in and pull out my iPhone to see the caller ID flashing in my eyes. It reads JEMIEBOII<3. Oops, I guess I forgot to change his contact. Do I really need to pick up? I mean, my bed looks really comfortable right now.

I sigh as tap my phone and bring it up to my ear. "Helloooo, Jemieboy. Mac's bedroom speaking, how may I help you today?"

"I think I may have left my science homework at your house," he says yawning on the other end.

"And you just realized that now?" I shuffle towards my bed and look on the other side of it. Just like I thought, it was right there, laying on the ground half crumbled up.

"I found it," I grumble, leaning over to grab the paper off the ground. "Can you try to be more organized? You know I won't be around all the time to solve all the world's problems."

"Thank you so much," Jem thanks, his voice muffling. "You're so awesome, I don't know if I could get through school without you. Do you how many times I had forgotten my homework."

"Slow down, bud, all I did was get your homework. It's not like I saved your family from a fire or freed your cats from a tree," I laugh, laying down onto my bed.

"Well that couldn't've happened because I don't own any cats. Do I look like a cat-lady to you?"

"Sure. Listen, I told my mom about the 'Jake's-dating-Zoe-and-I-found-out-today-although-they've- been-doing-it-for-months' thing. And now I'm pretty sure Jake's pissed at me for tattling. But what are you gonna do, huh?"

"OMG, what did your mom say? Did she add Zoe to her list?"

"What the fuck, how do you know about that?"

"Your mom makes good tea and she likes to talk... a lot. Put one and one together, Mac."

"That's true," I say, yawning into my arm as I watch my fan spin around endlessly on my ceiling. "Anyway, I will give you your homework tomorrow on the bus, I have to go shower."

"You are a saint...see you tomorrow goodnight," he whispers, biding his goodbye.

"Good night, Jemieboy." I hang up on him and throw my phone onto my bed, getting up and head to the bathroom to get cleaned up before bed.
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Hey, Mudbloods. Part 1 of Chapter 9 will be posted next Wednesday. Hoped you enjoyed the chapter!
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