The Seaside Café

Chapter 32- Take A Wild Guess, Einstein

Chapter 32- Take A Wild Guess, Einstein

Jace's Point of View

“Jace, are you hungry? Alec is making Foie Gras right now,” My mother tells me from outside my bedroom door a few hours later.

I’ve got all of my stuff moved into her house and it’s all settled and whatnot here in my old room now which means that I’m officially done living with my shitty excuse for a father. I still haven’t actually unpacked though and all of my boxes and bags are just sitting in the middle of the floor because I’m too lazy and too tired to unpack and put it all up. So, I’m not going to. Not right now at least. I haven’t even taken the U-HAUL back yet and I finish with it like, three hours ago.

That’s really dumb on my part though because I think that the U-HAUL place charges for it by the hours that you keep it. I don’t know, but I guess it doesn’t matter all that much because when I rented it, I used the credit card pays the monthly bill for. I know that he’ll be really, really angry with me when he gets the bill for it along with that hefty lunch bill from that expensive restaurant and not to mention all that wine. It’s not like the money was a total waste though, I gave the wine to my mother and she said they were some of her favorites so she was pretty happy with that, I guess, though she did scold me for buying alcohol. I mean, I’m pretty sure that I don’t look like I’m 21, so really, I blame the waitress that brought it to me.

“That sounds disgusting and I’m not hungry,” I call back through the door, clearing my throat because my voice is really hoarse since I haven’t talked to anyone in a while.

“It is not disgusting,” My mom assures me, pushing the bedroom door open and walking in. “It’s just the liver of a fat goose and I know that it doesn’t sound so appetizing, but really, it is. So, just come down and taste it, yeah? I haven’t seen you eat anything since you’ve been here,” She observes, her tone accusatory like my not eating is physically causing her pain or something.

“That sounds gross,” I truthfully reply, shaking my head. “And I had a big lunch,” I explain. “Besides, I’m too sad to eat right now.”

It’s true, I think that a lot of people—  girls especially—  eat when they’re depressed or sad about something. I’m sure guys do it too, but because of all the testosterone in us, we get really mad and just end up hitting things usually, I think. Like I did to my dad’s walls. He won’t be happy about that at all when he sees it but I know he’ll just call a contractor and get it all fixed up. Anyway though, when I’m depressed—  like I am now—  I don’t really eat everything in sight. Instead, I’m just smoke a lot. I mean like, a lot, a lot.

As a matter of fact, I know that Chace left some weed in my car last night so I really could just go down there and get it and get high enough to forget my troubles but I don’t want my mother to yell at me. I think my dad did enough of that this morning. But I know that that’s exactly what she would do if she ever saw me smoking marijuana. Not just that either, if she saw me even smoking a cigarette, my ass would be grass. She’s pretty strict about it all— weed, bongs, cigarettes, vapors, and all that kind of stuff. I guess that’s why in the beginning I decided I was going to live with my dad—  he’s a lot less serious about what I do.

I’ve literally been lying right here on my old bed, staring up at the ceiling for about three hours or so now. I’ve been here for about six hours total and three of those hours were devoted to just getting all of the stuff from my car and the U-HAUL up here. It’s not that I just have that much stuff, I’m just really lazy so I kept stopping. Plus, it’s an extremely tedious task, moving by yourself.

I had to walk all the way down the stairwell and all the way outside to my car and get whatever I could hold in my hands before coming all the way back up the stairs and into my room. Then I had to keep doing that over and over again and I ended up making about fifteen trips. Alec offered to help me, but I declined because I just didn’t want his help.