They were waiting for me, as usual.
Well… she was waiting.
This doesn’t look particularly grand… arms crossed, glasses on… that’s her angry face…. Fucking brilliant.
Lesson learned when I was five; the glasses on my mothers face does not bode well for me.
“Um… I can ex-” I started.
“Don’t even start with me Andrew James Johanessy! I want you to stand right there, \ look my in the eyes and tell me the truth. When did you start smoking?”
Wait what? Me? Smoke? Are you serious?
“Hey! Who said anything about me smoking!” I protested
“Don’t play pretend with me young man. Your room reeks of it Not to mention your jeans, which I am at liberty of washing. Did you honestly think I don’t know the scent of nicotine? I grew up in the nineteen seventies for Christ sakes! Also, the neighbours called. Said they heard yelling, swearing and also saw someone smoking in the window. Is there anything you would like to say?”
“What the hell do the neighbours have to do with this? They hate me!” I spoke quickly, gesturing wildly, kind of stunned at the fact that this was really happening.”I… I don’t smoke!”
She raised a sceptical eyebrow, gesturing behind her to a pack of cigarettes on the table. Oh, for fuck’s sakes! Why Accel? WHY would you leave them here! In fact I could almost imagine his fuming as he realised he’d lost them. Serves him right. Only why, whywhyWHY HERE!
“Uh… those aren’t mine,” I stated, attempting to solidify my argument with my stance, all the while knowing I was going to fail. Once my mother sets her mind on something… that’s it. I could practically see the explosion of rage in her eyes. Ka-boom… I thought feebly.
“Oh, these aren’t yours are they? Well then, I suppose you would like to enlighten me as to how they came to be in your room?” Her eyes were cold, her words practically dripping with icy humour. My stomach plummeted as the sounds fell from her lips. Not that question! Resisting the temptation to run myself through with the nearest sharp- or possibly even blunt- object, I clenched my hands into fists and tried to draw a smile on my face. This is NOT going well.
“Uh… I just… well… it’s hard to explain…”
“Well, luckily I have all afternoon for you to explain it then.” She tapped her fingers against her sleeve, evidently irritated with my lack of response. “And well mister.”
Swallowing heavily, I stared into her steely grey eyes, knowing mine were the exact copy, except laced with nausea and a slight terror. “I found them… lying in the street… and I thought… that… maybe… uh… that…” I stumbled with my words, desperately seeking some kind of excuse that would let me completely avoid the subject of Accel and the drinking and the drugs… and the kissing… and well…
THINK FASTER GENIUS.
Shut up! This is DIFFICULT!
“And that…” she repeated, the annoyance in her tone lilting unpleasantly.
“That… I just… ARGH! Look, I don’t smoke okay!”
“I suppose you don’t drink as well,” she said bluntly, again gesturing behind her. I leaned around her body, cursing and mentally throwing myself against a wall repeatedly when I saw the empty bottles. I knew I shouldn’t have chucked them in my drawer! Slowly, a coil of panic began to rotate deep in my gut. This is very, very, very, not good at all.
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There's The Cat and Then There's Me [boyxboy]
Teen Fiction[WARNING: Graphic Sexual Scenes] Welcome to Andrew James Johanessy's life and mind. Seventeen years old and he feels as if he has already hit a dead end. His parents are disgusted by him, his social status still remains at ground zero, his teachers'...
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