Craziness At Its Best (Book 1)

Chapter 5

Lisa's Point of View

I got home around dinner time and ran up to room, dropping my bag next to the door on my carpeted floor and pulling out my phone. I unlocked and looked at my notifications. No misses calls. No texts. Where could that boy be? Half of me was happy that I was in this situation, by he your half of me, the sensible side, was screaming the lovesick side to call Mr. Ma- Zayn, and tell him I'm not interested and that t was all just a huge misunderstanding. We were jeopardizing so many things by, well, I really wasn't sure what we were at that point. Regardless, it was still dangerous. But so right.

"Lisa! Dinner time!" I heard my mom call from downstairs. I put my phone back in my back pocket and headed down stairs to have a... tv dinner.

"I'm sorry, Lisa, I just didn't have any time to make a proper dinner." She said.

"It's okay mom." I reassured her and picked at the once frozen, perfectly cut carrots.

While we were eating, my mother asked me how my day was. Well she more like interrogated me about how my day went.

"So why were you home late?" She asked, starring down across the table.

"I had mandatory study with my English teacher." I answered truthfully, and little butterflies started to dance around in my stomach.

"Why did you have to go?" She asked.

"I did poorly on my last essay so we, by we I mean Mr. Malik and I, had to revise it." I replied, again truthfully but the butterflies started to get gradually bigger.

"Is that really what you were doing?" She asked.

"Ew mom! That's disgusting! He's my teacher!" I tried to lie, but I could feel a slight blush creep you cheeks.

"Just making sure." She said, chewing her food slowly.

"You better not be lying and kissing boys or something." She threatened, pointing her fork at me. My mom had a strict 'no boyfriend' rule. This was due to the fact that my father had been her boyfriend in high school, but one wild night lead to the creation of none other than me. After that, when he learned that my mom was pregnant, he left her to take care for by herself. Her parents had been devoutly Catholic, and when they learned that my mother was pregnant, they threw her out, so she had to fend for herself. She had stayed with her friend until she graduated, and then she set out on her own, with a 6 month me in tow. She was still resentful towards her parents, but most of all towards my father. This is why I could never have any boyfriends.

"I promise mom, that I'm not kissing, dating, befriending, or interacting with any boys." I said counting them off on fingers.

"Good." She said and went back to eating. That's when my phone rang. My mom's head shot up and glared over at me.

"Who's that?" She asked, gritting her teeth just slightly.

"Just my friend Marina." I lied, before pressing the deny button.

"Okay young lady, but if I hear anything about you being with boys, I'll ground you for life, understand me?" She made clear. I just nodded and finished my dinner. I threw the leftovers in the trash and walked back up to my room, eager to call Zayn back.

I got to my room, locked the door, pushed the call back button and I put the phone to my ear. It rang twice before he picked up.

"Why didn't you answer the first time?" He asked frantically.

"I was eating dinner." I replied.

"Okay, so do you like coffee?" He asked.

"Of course I do, what kind of question is that?" I asked.

"A very valid one actually. Anyway, can you meet me at that small cafe, Gratzi, a few miles out of London tomorrow around 3?" He asked.

"Yeah." I said.

"Great, um, see you tomorrow?" He said, and I nodded before I remembered I was on the phone.

"Of course." I answered.

"Okay, um bye." He said

"Bye." I said back.

"Bye." He said, chuckling a bit before he hung up.

I fell back on my bed, the phone still held up to my ear.

I was going on a date with my teacher. How crazy could this get?