Texas Tornado (Slow Updates)

CHAPTER TWENTY: THE HIM

                 

CHAPTER TWENTY: THE HIM

                  "I'm so sorry honey, your father didn't expect to have so much work to do here", my mother explains apologetically from the other side of the phone call.

                  "You told me you would be gone for a week!" I almost scream at her. Poor mom, I know this whole situation is not her fault and I know that screaming at her will not help but I can't help it, this is so frustrating.

                  "I know, I know, but your dad's boss wants him to stay for at least two more days". I was so looking forward to today; the day my parents were supposed to arrive home and the day I was supposed to leave that house. I sincerely think God hates me because I could not be more miserable than I am now.

                  "I can't take this suffering anymore", I plead my mother one last time.

                  She lets out a huff of laughter.

                  Thanks mom, really sympathetic of you.

                  "Oh come on, you're over reacting, Alana is a delightful woman", she defends.

I guess I am being a little over dramatic but still, I'm bored out of my mind here and I can't stand being in the same place as Aaron 24/7.

"Too bad she didn't rub off on her son", I mumble to myself but just loud enough for my mom to hear.

I can just imagine her shaking her head at the other end of the line. "Well sorry Adria but I have to go help your grandma with something. See you in two days, love you".

I let out a sigh and mumble 'Iove you too' before hanging up.

For a week I have been counting down the days till my parents come home and now when the day has finally come I learn that I have to stay locked in my temporary bedroom for another 48 hours.

Letting out a grunt of anger, I place my phone in my back pocket, grab my chemistry binder and slam my locker door shut, maybe a little too violently.

And of course, the annoying country boy leaning on the locker beside mine is the first thing I see when the locker door is shut.

I roll my eyes and try to make my way around him without any luck. "Trouble in paradise sweetheart?" he smirks at me.

"No everything is wonderful", I almost yell, plastering the biggest fake smile on my face before making my way around him to head to class. Of all the faces I didn't want to see after my conversation with my mother, his was on the top of my list.

It's safe to say that after Aaron and I's little clash last Saturday I have been hiding out in my temporary bedroom avoiding every possible encounter with him. For someone who was eager to find out Aaron's secrets, I have not been very productive.

Although when we did happen to bump into each other at the house or at school (in ever single one of my classes), he just acted as if the whole screaming at each other thing didn't happen. He only acted like his jackass cocky self, which I am getting pretty used to by now.

So why does he still affect you?

"Who pissed in your cereal this morning", Connor chirps jokingly, joining my side while walking to chemistry class.

I lift an eyebrow at him with a questioning look.

"You're walking in the pissed off way that you always do when you're mad", he says letting out a laugh. Sure me being pissed off and ready to chop someone's head off would be amusing to him.