Refusing to be Popular (previously "Addie")

CH. 6 - Weights

 *** dedicated to sirrer98 for being an amazing reader and commenter! and thank you to all the readers, I hope you like this chapter :))) ***

CH. 6 - Weights

"Moooooooom" I reply back to her in an annoyed tone. "Nothing's going on.." I feel a small pain in my heart for lying to her. A LOT went on. And I was so caught up in the moment, and I liked Brandon, and he technically started it, and- 

"Addie?" Mom says through my phone.

"Addie, so, what'd you pick?" She says, obviously frustrated. Uh oh..

"Uhh. I'm sorry Mom, I didn't hear that." I sheepishly answer the question I didn't hear in the first place.

"Addie. Seriously listen now, okay? Are you coming home or staying and helping him unpack?"

Is this for real? She's letting me stay over and help Brandon?!

"Yeah, I'm staying to help Brandon. His bed's not even put up yet." As soon as I say it, shock first, then regret floods over me. Mom's going to rage, for sure. 

"WHY DOES HIS BED NEED PUT UP AND WHY ARE YOU HELPING HIM, DID HE ASK YOU? HE ASKED YOU DIDN'T HE? OOH I KNEW I DIDN'T LIKE THAT BOY, HE'S JUST LIKE CECE. UGH. UGHHH. ADDIE YOU KNOW BETTER THAN THIS, YOU CAN'T GET PREGNANT SENIOR YEAR! WHAT ABOUT JORDAN, HE LIKES YOU AND WHAT'S HE GONNA THINK WHEN YOU'RE PREGNANT?" She shouts into her silver iPhone, probably just in our mansion next door.

Brandon stands there, shocked that my mom thinks he will impregnate me, and just in general, shocked by the rage that my mother has when it comes to me dating and my relationships.

Dear Lord. 

"Mom, please do not worry about me and Brandon ok? I'm only helping him unpack their moving stuff. I'll be home when it's easy stuff he can unpack by himself, ok?" 

"Addie," Mom warns, her tone uneasy, "Be safe with this kid. Don't do anything stupid and be home in half an hour." and with that small bit of advice, she hangs up the phone.

I hit the "End Call" button on the glass plate of my shimmering brand new gold iPhone, and look up to Brandon standing awkwardly with one of his muscular arms scratching the back of his neck. "Uhhm...don't take this the wrong way, but can we set up the bed first? It's... it's kinda what's most neccessary for me to sleep tonight, so..." he drags his voice out, and rests both hands in his front pockets, and waits for my reply.

"Yeah, if we can do it in half an hour." I laugh, before noticing the sketchy look he's giving me.

"Babe, we can always do it in half an hour," He winks at me and walks over to the IKEA box, trying to hint at "it" as being something that may happen on his newly constructed bed. 

"Yeah, right." I lightly punch him in the arm and start opening the box with Swedish writing on it. I can feel my cheeks heating up with the thought of what had just gone on in the bathroom. And it's kind of weird to me that we hadn't really talked about what had happened... are we... a thing? An item?

"Hey Adds?" Brandon says with a soft tone, as he walks over to me and the IKEA box, running his fingers through his shining hair, "what's Carlton like?"

"Carlton High School or like, the town Carlton in general?" I respond, ready to tell him all the gossip about the people, the events, and so many secrets that I know, thanks to my 5 besties. They know everything about everyone, good and bad. If I wasn't part of the clique, I'd for sure be scared of us.

"The high school. How do people react towards new kids?" He says with a small amount of fear in his eyes, before clearing his throat and looking away.