The Bad Boy Returns

Chapter 53: Bad Day, Bad Life

KAT'S POV

"Honey, can I talk to you about something? It's kind of important." My dad saunters out of the kitchen taking a seat beside me on the couch, sporting a worried look.

"Yeah, what's wrong dad?" I question watching his behavior with caution.

"It's about your mother." He says and I sigh, biting my bottom lip nervously not sure where this could be going. "What about her?" I wonder, tilting my head slightly to the side in questioning. It's been a year and a half, almost two years since they took her away after the crash.
"Well as you know I've been keeping in contact with her doctor at the rehabilitation center she's at and she tells me that your mom is doing much better." He explains softly, and I only nod in response not sure how I should be responding, squirming in my seat.
"Any way she's been given visiting rights a while back now and she would really love if you could visit her. She has a lot she wants to tell you." He backs up slightly as if he expected me to explode.
I clench my teeth, taking in his request.
"Can I think about it?" I say not only surprising him but myself as well.
With widened eyes he nods. "Of course, take your time." He kisses my forehead before standing up and going upstairs leaving me to my own thoughts.

I mean I would give anything to have her back into my life but not if it means she is going to continue to act the way she has in the past. I am hopeful that she really has gotten better but I'm pretty weary about letting her back into my life. I can't risk it only to to get hurt once again.

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"How are you doing Kat?" I turn away from the inside of my locker to find Brit standing beside me. Pushing away from my locker I give her my full attention, confused as to why she would be asking me that out of nowhere.

"I'm fine, why?"
"I don't know you just seem really out of it today. "
"Everything's great." I attempt to smile.
"You know you can talk to me, I know you are still dealing with bad days so if you wanted-" Shutting my locker abruptly she stops talking as I attempt to get away as quickly as I can.
"I'm okay, really. I'll see you later." Scampering off, I clutch my stuff between my arms making a beeline down the hall.  

Trying to push the invasive thoughts away only seems to make them seem more vivid and demanding. I feel overwhelmed with them as if they can't escape.
I started feeling it after my dad had talked to me about my mom last night. I felt panicked and anxious and have been that way all day. It's been difficult to breath and I can't focus on anything.  The worst part is I can't pinpoint the reason why, there are too many.

Hurrying down the end of the hall, I crash right into someone else, both of our things getting knocked down in the process, their hands grip my arms to keep me from falling as well.
"I'm sorry." I run my hand through my hair looking up to find Alex and Shane standing there, all of Alex's things scattered on the floor with mine. I drop down to the floor forcing Alex to let me go as I start picking up all of my things. It's silent for a while until I hear them both bending down and doing the same thing. "Hey, what's wrong?" Shane places his hand on my arm, making me freeze. "Yeah, are you okay?" Alex hands me my book.
I back away slightly, standing as I attempt to get away from them quickly. They look at each other and then look back at me oddly. I smile quickly. "Yeah, I'm fine. I wasn't paying attention I guess." I start moving past them.
"Wait." Shane grabs my hand with his, slowly pulling me back towards them, both looking at me strangely.
"I've got to go, I'll see you later okay?" I give him a peck on the cheek before racing down the hallway.
"Okay..." I hear him whisper before I finally turn the corner and out of their sights.

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I subconsciously pick at my nails, biting them occasionally as Mrs. Sanchez goes on and on about how we should all have memorized the periodic table by now and that we need to work harder. I tuned her out by the time she really got into it. The seat beside me was empty which I found particularly strange considering I saw Shane earlier this morning in the hallway. I guess it's better because it'll be easier not having to try and dodge all of his questions about how I'm acting. I swear some times he can be ridiculous.

"Kat! Do you know the answer or not?" I pop my head up to find Mrs. Sanchez standing with one hand on her hip giving me a scalding look.
"What-what was the question?" I ask sheepishly, as students begin snickering.
"What is the chemical formula for baking soda?" She huffs, staring me down.
My eyes dart back and forth as I try to remember the answer, unfortunately not paying attention for the last thirty minutes. I just slump in my seat, shrugging.

"Sodium Bicarbonate." A deep voice answers from somewhere behind me. I whip my head to the side to find Shane standing there at the door, twirling his pencil between his fingers and looking between me and the teacher; leaning up against the door frame. I give him a small yet grateful smile; in return he nods.
"Thank you, Kat." Mrs. Sanchez says pointedly at him, motioning for him to take a seat.
"Anytime." He smirks, tossing his backpack to the floor before sliding into his seat.
"This will be on the test so I advise you all pay attention." She stares at me before continuing the lesson.
I slump further into my seat, wishing this day could be over.

Shane nudges my arm, leaning to the side so that our shoulders are touching before turning his head to look over at me with a little smile.
I slowly turn my head to look over at him, silently acknowledging him.

"Are you feeling better?" He whispers close to my face, trying to stay discreet.
"What do you mean, I'm fine." I mumble back at him.
I hear him sigh, about to say something else.
"Where were you anyway?" I ask.
He rolls his eyes at my obvious change in subject.
"Nowhere."

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"Shane, Hey. Kat hasn't really been up to talking to anyone today." I hear my dad's muffled voice from my room a second after the door bell rings.
"Yeah, she was the same way at school earlier." Shane explains. The rest of their conversation is too muffled to hear clearly.

Ten minutes later my door opens slowly and I stand up quickly from my spot on the bed, Shane leans against the door frame lazily watching me.
I squirm under his gaze, twiddling my thumbs together; trying to keep myself together. I blink back my tears before sighing; too tired to control my feelings in front of Shane.
I feel my voice crack as I finally speak. "I'm having a bad day." I move closer to him. He gives me a sad smile, placing his arms tightly around my waist.
"I know."

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"What's bothering you Kitty?" I lean, curled up against him, as we both sit up against the headboard of my bed. After he came in he wouldn't leave until I told him why I was having a bad day. "My mom, she wants to talk to me." I mumble, his hands weaving through my hair. I hear him sigh as he rests his chin on the top of my head.
"Do you want to? You know, talk to her?" I hear him ask.
"I'm not sure. I mean you know it's a very complicated situation." I feel him nod his head in understanding, moving his hand down my shoulder.

"Look everyone knows I'm not her biggest fan but maybe talking could be good, for both of you."

I sigh again, knowing-once again- that he is probably right.
"I'm tired, I don't want to talk about it anymore." I slide down in more of a horizontal, Shane laying down with me.

"Okay Kitty, go to sleep."

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A/N:
I'm not sure how I feel about this chapter:/ but I hope you enjoyed it.

Thanks for reading!