Look What The Cat Dragged In

Chapter two

{Adams P.O.V}

I tried to let myself ignore the awful situation of Prom night. I absolutely hated prom; nothing about it is a reasonable environment.

Girls think that they're some sort of goddess and you are the one that has to grumble at their heels and weep at the sight of their eyeliner.

That's why I never schedule a date, it's always the girl who's showing the most cleavage and who seems to sweat when you give her a look in her direction.

Though I feel off of my game in the last couple of hours, because of the result of Algebra.

The annoying, yet so relieving, hymn of the class bell rang and all students stood and scurried out of the classroom to continue the gossip and canards of the high school hallways.

"Mr. Kline, Ms. Montgomery, please come for one moment."
Mrs. Lovett said as the freedom of the hallway was only inches away from me making my whole body shudder as my leather boots skid, and my body rolled at the speed of my eyes.

"Yes?" I said in a long sarcastic, manner as "Ms. Montgomery" rolled her sky blue eyes in my direction.

Mrs. Lovett ignoring my sardonic tone continued, "It has struck my attention, that for the rare accession that you do attend my class, you have managed to fail. Miserably."

I wasn't surprised, nor upset. I just sighed and pursed my lips and smirked softly. "Okay, anything else?" I said, my body eager to escape the stuffy room and the egotistical Nicole Montgomery. This only made me wonder why she was in this conversation.

"I've called your father. And he has agreed to you meeting with Nicole, to have a study session every Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday. And if you feel you want to meet more frequently, I will not be one to stop you." She gave a smile that to the naked eye seemed genuine, but to me, I saw what was there a smirk of "take that bitch".
And that was something Adam Kline didn't take kindly.
"Sorry, but i have way more important things to do than look at a useless book, with your brown-nosed, Mrs. America. Okay?" I said crossing my arms and raising my eyebrows.

Nicole let out a chuckle and rolled her eyes in disbelief. "Charming." She muttered.
"Never my intention sugar." I gave a sour smile, and puckered my lips.
Causing her to roll her eyes and cross her arms over her white blouse.
"Thank you for the input Mr. Kline but frankly it is immaterial. You and Nicole will be with each other for the rest of your senior year, so please, be a good boy and make a friend." She returned my sour smile.
"Let's get going, sugar." She said walking past me and the smell of her floral perfume filled my nostrils, making the hairs on the back of my neck stand straight. I quickly brushed it off in disgust and followed her down the hallway into the vacant library.

I was hoping the roll of my eyes would roll the memory away from my cranium.
But unfortunately, the thought of Nicole and I in the library never left me alone. All I could think about was the useless calculus playing over and over in my head.

I was in my bedroom, cascaded in my boxers and t-shirts. I looked myself in the mirror, and wasn't very pleased. As I never had. Then again, most teenage guys looking at themselves in the mirror only wearing red boxers didn't. I slipped on my black pants, vans, white button up, and black jacket.
I put on my ear rings and gelled my hair as I do every day.

I made sure I had my cigarettes in my breast pocket, with my lighter in my pant pocket. I brushed my teeth, and put in my contacts, that's all anyone was getting.
Sorry for being honest.

I plan on staying at prom for maybe an hour before me and my buddies go for some drinks and idiotic things.

I walked down the hallway into my dining room, to see my father and I grabbed the back of my neck and bit my lip, praying to God that he would forget about the whole "Nicole tutoring thing".

My father looked in my direction, his eyebrows furrowed, as he got up the noise of the cheap, metal chair pushed out on the "wood" floor, made my whole body shudder in fear.

I saw his tall, fat frame move closer to me as I realized that I was trapped in our small hallway, I grabbed the wall and braced myself for the welt that was going to be left on an unknown part of my body.

"Listen, your the luckiest fucking boy in the entire planet. Any other good father would bust you upside your fucking head for the call I got today. Tonight you go to your "oh so special" prom, and when you get back, you and I are going to have a little chat." He said with no emotion in his face as I felt myself tremble to his build.

"Okay" I said softly, trying to contain myself from pounding him in the head and running to anywhere but here.

He walked past me and all pride or power I've ever felt in my bones, he stole when our shoulders brushed. Even though I felt as I was in the deepest hole of problems at this moment I couldn't help but feel relief by not having in my vision.

I let the breath I've been holding for what felt like 20 decades, and turned my head over my should just enough to see him slam the door loud enough to make me flinch as if it were a punch to my face. Part of me wanted to cry, the other wanted to dance, but I decided to just get outside and to the first of two proms.

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I boarded my Harley I took a look at the place I called home, beer cans and bottles broken and dented along our lawn and old pieces of wood-we never ever do anything productive so I have no idea why- and over all junk framing out faded blue trailer.

I shook it out of my head and started to drive in the direction of hell on Earth.Or as you know it, High School.