green sweater » jeremike

9

WOWIE I jusT NOTICED THAT THIS BOOK HAS OVER 420 READS!!! THANKS!!! I didn't even start this book a month ago you guys are great.

I sighed and sat up slowly, my alarm clock blaring just as it did before. Monday morning was the biggest challenge of the week, and I guess it's more of an international thing.

I put on my school uniform, taking my shirt off and realizing that it was Mike's. I never returned it to him. I'd definitely put it in my backpack and give it to him at school. I sighed as I looked down at my skirt. I hated it. It showed off all of my girly curves, and that's not what I want. I have nothing against curvy dudes, it's just not me. I opened my door, only to be greeted by my mom.

"Good morning, Tori!" She beamed.

"Hi?" I questioned. I was confused as to why she was so cheerful.

"How are you feeling today?" She asked.

"Okay..?"

This was weird, even for my mother. I looked a bit closer, noticing she was pale.

"Are you okay, mom?" I said.

"I'm great, Victoria." She sighed.

"Are you sure?" I have her a small smile.

"Yeah, yeah. As long as you're okay, I am too." Her tone suddenly got extremely depressing. I walked past her, not exactly sure what to do. It was obvious something was wrong, but I didn't want to pressure her into telling me. She might be an asshole at times, but she's my mom, and I'd hate to see her break down. That's where I get being extremely emotional from.

I slowly walked through the living room, a few things catching my eye. There was a broken picture frame of my parents and I, and a couple of bottles of whine. A few of the family photos were taken down and one of them even had a scratch over my fathers face. It didn't take much for me to put the pieces together.

"Mom?"

"Yes, sweetie?" She responded almost instantly.

"What happened last night?" I didn't want to know, I could already tell it was bad.

"Your.. Your father.. He was out.. And his phone.. I went through it.." She paused every once and a while to sniffle, not forming sentences very well. I saw dads phone on the coffee table with a now shattered screen.

"You're staying with me, right Tori? P-Please don't leave me like he did.." My mom practically begged. I ran towards her and hugged her without hesitation. That's what I enjoyed when I was crying. Her tears leaked through my sweatshirt as she cried on my shoulder.

"I wouldn't even think of leaving you, mom. Just don't cry, please." I rubbed comforting circles on her back.

"Go to school, Tori. I have to go to court today, and I don't want you to miss school just because I'm sad." She pulled away and smiled. "Thank you so much."

"Of course." I responded with devastation. In all honesty, I didn't even like my father that much. I didn't want to leave mom alone, though. I could tell she'd be drinking away her problems. I chewed at my lip and grabbed my bag from the couch, walking out and sighing once again.

I got to the bus stop and surprisingly, Mike wasn't there. Doll stood at the bus stop, hand in hand with her girlfriend as she noticed me approaching.

"Hey, Jeremy." Doll smiled and waved.

"Hey." I shyly waved. "Where's Mike?"

"I don't know.. He wouldn't leave the house this morning. He might be sick." Doll shrugged.

He was perfectly fine yesterday.. I thought to myself. Maybe he just slept in. Besides, I can go a day without Mike. No big deal. I needed to stop stressing. Mom is going to be fine, Mike is fine. Everything is fine. Nothing to worry about, Jeremy.

The day went by, and class by class, I started to lose hope of Mike showing up. The final bell rung, and I decided to text him.

Where were you? I texted him.

At home. He replied immediately.

Why? Are you sick? Hurt? I typed quickly, concern filling me.

Can you come over? He replied.

I slung my backpack over my shoulder and quickly walked out of class, telling him I was on my way before running towards his house at full speed.