Officially Stupid

3

"Uh huh," blondie nods into her phone, "screamed like a bitch."

Her head tilts my way, I duck into the bushes like the fucking ninja I am and hold my breath. The girl turns back the other way, I breathe out a sigh of relief, she hasn't seen me. Yet.

She mumbles something inaudible and starts to walk further into the park. I get up, brush the dirt off my running gear and start walking behind her. Not the shady kind of following but the kind where it just looks like I'm going for a walk. I can't say the same for her though, she has on a black hoodie, jeans and a pair of shades. It's obvious that she doesn't want to attract attention. Unfortunately for her I'm too fucking smart.

"We're meeting tomorrow night in Redwood Club at ten. The boss just left me about ten minutes ago, says he has a good one for you. A hot one." Fuck. I missed the boss. They are so sick, God.

I speed up to get closer to her just as I trip over a branch and land flat on my backside,"Ah, shit," I groan as pain shoots up my neck. Yeah, total fucking ninja.

"Are you okay?" The girl rushes over and gives me a hand with manicured nails.

"Yeah, fine," I mutter and pull myself up while I rub my now tender back.

"I'm Sasha, what's your name?" She smiles and I flinch. Who does she think she is?

"Emma," I say like I've practised one hundred times before, "thanks Sasha but I've gotta go."

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"Hey, Winnie, wait up," Connor calls after me as I exit the school gates and head over to my car.

"Oh, Hey Connor," I smile.

"So," he says, catching his breath, "I wanted to apologize for what happened at lunch-"

"Stop," I demand, "you didn't do anything. I'm the one who's sorry."

"No but-"

"Connor," I groan.

He laughs and and my heart melts at the beautiful sound.

"Are you busy tonight? Do you wanna do something with me?" His hopeful brown eyes stare into my grey ones.

"Ummm well I promised Jess that I-"

"Oh, I see. It's fine," the hurt in his eyes is clear. I burst out laughing.

"Of course I want to hang out with you, dummie." In my head I'm doing backflips and cartwheels. He asked me to hang out with him, OMG.

"Cool," he grins, "well I'll pick you up at seven."

Smiling, I slip into my silver car and head home.

"Hey Tommy, you're home early. How was your day?" I laugh as he runs and jumps up into my arms just as I walk in the door.

"It's was good. Mummy picked me up. She's here. Mummy's here," he gives me a toothy grin.

"What?" The smiles falls off my face and all signs of laughter die.

"Hello, Winnie," she walks into the entrance looking radiant in her dress and heels, perfect make up and smile. Her blonde hair sits in elegant curls and her grey eyes shine. For a moment I forget the past few years and see the person I loved most in the entire world, the person who raised two children on her own. But then I remember.

"It's Winter to you," I snap, "What are you doing here, Sarah?"

"I missed you guys and I wanted to talk to you."

"No," I put Thomas down and he runs off, "you don't get to come in here and-"

"Please Winter, I don't want to argue with you," she cuts me off, "I love you."

"Don't pull that Bullshit with me," I warn her, "you don't love us. You left us and I had to look after Thomas by myself. Do you know how hard that is? I was fourteen and I had to get a job so I could pay for everything that you were supposed to pay for!"

"I know, I'm really sorry. I want to make it up to you. I'm moving back in and I'll pay for all the bills, you won't have to worry about that anymore," she gives me a sympathetic look, "you can go out and have your own fun. I want us to be a family again. I know I don't deserve it but I'm going to try."

"This is your house, do what you want. I'm going upstairs." I storm off angrily to my room. How dare she? She has no right to just come in here and want everything to go back to normal. That's not how it works.

Ugh. The only reason I'm not pulling her by the hair and dragging her out is because of Thomas, he looked so happy to have her back and I don't want to take that away from him.

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I take one final glance in the mirror-
My brown hair cascades down my back in waves, my thick eyelashes support a tad of mascara and my black leather skirt fits perfectly. My red top hugs my chest well but not in an obvious way that says I'm avaliable and desperate so come at me bitches. 

I hurry to the front door when I hear a knock, only to see Sarah there first.

"Hello," she says, "can I help you?"

"We were just going," I push past her to Connor who manages to pull off a very casual look.

"I'm Connor," he reaches out to shake Sarah's hand, "it's a pleasure to meet you..."

"Sarah," she finishes and takes his hand.

"Okay now let's go," I pull him towards his car as Sarah tells us not to be out too late. I roll my eyes. Like she cares.

"Hello to you too," he mutters.

"Sorry about her," I say as I clip my seat belt, "she came home today and wants to move back in."

"You look beautiful," he smiles at me.

"Thanks but I'm not as beautiful as you."

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An hour later we're sitting opposite each other in some fancy restaurant with spaghetti in front of us.

"So when I tell them to give us their best dish they come back with spaghetti....." I trail off.

"Bastards," Connor mutters.

I lift some to my mouth and violently spit it out, "God, I thought this was supposed to be a good place and they can't even make spaghetti."

"I'm so sorry," he says, scruncing his face in disgust, "I had no idea."

"I feel like someone is about to jump out at us and yell April Fools," I groan. Then an idea hits me.

I hook a strand of pasta onto my fork and fling it at him, it lands on his nose and falls off.

Slowly he blinks, "you didn't."

"Didn't I?" I grin, "Because if I remember correctly-"

I don't get to finish my sentence thanks to the slimy pasta that bombards my face.

I have just started a war.

Sorry for the short and horrible chapter, I'll probably fix later:) next chapter will be better, promise.