High School Bules (Sonamy)

Chapter 8

Here is the next chapter im so sorry for not updating for a while, this chapter is especially dedicated to all sonamy follwers.

I woke up and sat up in my bed. I stretched and got up. I took a quick shower and threw on a pair of jeans, a quarter sleeved light purple shirt with paint splatters on it and my light brown boots. I curled my quills and put on my contacts. I walked downstairs and went to the kitchen. My mom and John were in there. I noticed my mom holding her small baby bump. My mom looked at me disappointingly. "Good morning Amy," she said.

"Morning," I replied, grabbing an apple.

"Oh Audrey, did your daughter tell you she was about to make physical contact in school like three times this week," John said as I was pouring myself some milk. My mother looked at me sternly. "No she did not," she replied. I looked at her confused.

"What? He said almost," I said.

"Kissing during school hours is against student code," John said, crossing his arms.

"We didn't kiss."

"You were about to kiss him," my mother asked. I shook my head. "Why are you guys making such a big deal out of this," I asked.

"Because you're sneaking around with him. Bring him home, let us meet him, invite him to dinner. I'm sure his little sister would enjoy a little taste of a family feeling."

"I'm not sneaking around with him. We've been together for a week. We haven't been around each other a lot."

"So, who are you always laughing with over the phone?"

"My friend Cream. The bunny remember?"

"Oh yes. Nice girl."

"Sonic just calls me to let Crystal say goodnight to me. He's not the type where we have to call each other all the time. It's better to meet up."

"I see. Where are you going today?"

"Sonic's going to take me to his house. Crystal's been dying for someone to play karaoke with her." John frowned.

"You're not going anywhere with him," he said.

"Yes I am."

"Not if I say you're not."

"You're not my father, why should I listen to you?"

"Because I'm adopting you." My jaw almost hit the floor. I looked at my mom, shocked. She smiled.

"Oh no! You are not adopting me!" John held his stern look.

"The papers are getting processed. Your mother already agreed."

"Don't I have a say in this?" I heard two honks from outside. Sonic. I shook my head and walked out the kitchen. "Amy," my mom yelled. I heard footsteps behind me. John grabbed my arm just when I was about to open the door. "Let go," I yelled. My mom saw John gripping my arm. "Amy, you are not going anywhere," she yelled. I kicked John in his leg. He released me and I quickly opened the door and ran out to the blue Porsche in the driveway. I got in. "Drive," I said. Sonic obeyed, but he looked surprised. "In a hurry," he asked when we were crossing off my street.

"John is going to adopt me," I replied.

"Oh. You don't want him to replace your father?"

"He'll never be my father."

"He's a jerk anyway."

"What are you talking about?"

"He's the one who got the little house me and Crystal live in now. He paid the bills and everything, but when me and you started to get closer: he dropped everything. I've been working two jobs after school since then."