Love me (A Princeton Love Story) •ON HOLD•

Chapter 5

Prince . . .

"Ma, just let me leave!" I said for the a billionth time. My mother basically smothered me. I couldn't go out, I couldn't invite friends over, and I'm home schooled. She obviously doesn't want me to have a social life.

I haven't even been to a real school since 4th grade. It had started one day after school when I'd arrived on my street at the usual time off the bus, she was uncomfortably standing at my bus stop waiting on me. She'd usually be at work and would have a friend drive me home, but this time it was her that had been there.

As I stepped off the bus, my mother greeted me with open arms. I slowly walked up to her and was happy in some sort, at least because she was actually there instead of at work. We walked quickly with her right arm wrapped around my neck with the other grasping hold of her other arm, like there was a circle around my neck made by her arms. Once we'd gotten home, she quickly locked the door and stopped me, who was already making my way up the stairs and into my room, and made me face her.

She looked into my eyes with all kinds of different emotions running around freely inside her eyes. "Jacob," She told me with a soft, barely hearable voice, "From now on you will be home schooled." I looked at her crazy that said that I had no idea of what she was talking about, with her tone of danger and fear completely surprising me, which caused her to explain even more.

"Today was your last day. From now on, you won't be attending your old school. You'll be here with me, and I will be your teacher." I then understood and nodded, for I really didn't have many friends then anyhow.

But now, things are worse. Meeting different people and catfish during times when I'd sneak around on Instagram or Twitter while I was supposed to be taking my online classes gets very tiring and boring every now and then. Every time I'd try to get out the house and actually interact with people, there's always that same, sad excuse that I'm home schooled and I don't need friends to live my life came up.

Her only response to my complaints nowadays is that it "isn't safe". When I'd ask her why, she'd shrug and say that it just isn't.

"No Jacob." She said firmly.

"Why not then!" I argued.

She stared at me for a while with her arms folded, obviously trying to come up with an excuse to reject me. She leaned against the island, and finally decided to speak.

"If you can give me 5, good, accurate, and reasonable reasons," She started, "Then you can go. But if not, your taking your ass upstairs, and apologizing to your brothers for being loud. And your grounded." She finished.

She always treated me like I'm the youngest child. When in reality, I'm nineteen now. I should be able to get at least some advantages. I couldn't just leave or move out because I I'm broke. I try everything possible to leave, like going to the bank, running to the store, getting some fresh air, which she would usually tell me to open a window (funny thing is, the sliding window barely opened to make sure I didn't try to sneak out). I almost felt as if I was going absolutely psycho. My brothers were younger than me, and they basically got everything I didn't! They went to public school, they went out, they could invite friends over. And what could I do? Watch T.V. and imagine what having a girlfriend and real friends was like. I'm sure my mother's just trying to be protective, but she could at least give me a privilege to go to a real school again.

I looked down for a while, plotting up a reason. It kind of took longer than what I may have thought, but I needed an excuse. And its dark out, so of course it would be harder to create an efficient, good reason. After I came up with one that I thought would be acceptable, I looked down at her soft brown eyes, that were longing to hear what it was that I was going to say.

"Reason one," I started with a grin, "Maybe because I feel like I'm old enough to go out for a walk. Seriously, I can't even take my dog Beans out for time to mingle with the other dogs in the neighborhood." She looked at me and tapped her chin, thinking of a way that my statement couldn't be reasonable. She looked at me and nodded for me to continue on.

"Ok. The second, accurate, reason is..." My voice trailed off as I tried to find a quick, but good, excuse. She gave me the same, devilish, grin I'd given her a second ago.

"Seems hard," She challenged me, "Just go on upstairs and-"

"I have one." I cut her off, although I hadn't really came upon one, but just trying to make her stop talking so I could.

She put her hands up innocently and made a face that called me a smart ass. She always made that face whenever someone cut her off.

She wasn't exactly the "fighting type", so the only time we argued was when it was about this situation or my brothers, but other than that, she would just shrug it off or try to make a reasonable statement.

My mother is short and Mexican with dark brown hair. She has a very nice, kind face. She always wore her favorite kind of bold lipstick, because she thought it made her look young and adoring. She was pretty challenging though, as you could have seen from what she'd said a couple minutes ago. But other than that, she was more of a nice and generous person. I think I got some of my kind ways from her, while my brothers had gotten all their ways from their dumbfounded father. He was my father too, but I really can't see how nor why we're related.

"Maybe because it isn't fair on how my brothers get to go out and I can't, and I'm the oldest! If anything, they should be the ones forced to stay inside." I said from out of nowhere, with her nod of approval for me to carry on.

"I also would like to highlight our location. We're in one of the most safe neighborhoods in the country!"

We really didn't have an actual "neighborhood" if I can say. We lived on a green and clean short street that contained our large house, and two other houses that were used for our guests or visitors whenever they needed it. There were only two houses across the street from us, but behind our large house was a deep and dark lake, with a full neighborhood of kids and their joy of friends. I always thought of an escape plan of crossing the bridge, but they would always have a huge block on them. My mother had been working triple shifts in Culinary Arts to get that kind of money to make my life the way it is :(.

Her passion to cook started in high school, when her pregnancy had caused her to have a complete change in appetite. Her new tastes in food had made her interested in letting other people try it. She took classes but had to soon suppress doing so because her due date was near. She stayed at home with my father and her mother and was saddened that she wouldn't be able to take the classes she soon grew attached to. Soon enough though, she finally gave birth to me, Jacob Perez. She thought she would be able to go right back to school like my father had, but had a different path to cross. After waiting another six long weeks, she returned to school, with her mother's agreement to take care of me. She then went to college a year later and got her a four year degree. She was so happy on her graduation day, that they'd thrown three parties for her. Because of her partying and drinking that night, she and my father had gotten drunk, and that had been a mistake I wish I could fix at the time. That had been the night she became pregnant with my younger brother Chresanto. Gosh, I don't even want to talk about those boys.

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Hmm. . . So that was a little inside story on Prince's and his mom's lives. But he mentioned something about his younger brothers. . . He also mentioned a thing or two about going out. What do u think will happen?

Next chapter coming soon ;D