Antisocial

Chapter 5

The next morning I woke up earlier than normal. I slipped out of my bed and walked into my bathroom still in my sleepy state. I did my business, brushed my teeth and washed my face.

I finished, dropping the drying towel I had in my hamper and went to my dresser and got out my 'work out' clothes.

As if you ever did any form of exercise lillyana. I scoffed to myself.

I got dressed and made my way to the kitchen. Once I got to the last step the wonderful smell of bacon hit my nose. My stomach growled and I continued my journey to the kitchen.

My mom was at the stove drinking her coffee as she watched the bacon cooking. She turned to look at me. "Good morning sweetheart" she smiled and I went to kiss her cheek

I pecked her cheek and hugged her side "morning mom"

"Sleep well?" She asked sipping at her coffee and turning over the bacon

"Mhmm" I mumbled still hugging her

"That's good. I see you're ready for today already" she laughed a little as I grumbled.

"Might as well. Stormy wouldn't have it any other way" I released her and sat on a bar stool. She laughed again.

"I think she means well"

I scoffed "yeah, if 'means well' is a weird way of saying 'enjoys seeing her best friend suffer' then of course she means well"

She sat down her 'cup o' joe' and looked at me with...sympathy?? "Why don't you want to tryout? What's the real reason?"

What does she mean? "what?"

She sighed "What's the reason behind you hating the idea of trying out?"

I shook my head "I don't like cheerleaders. I don't like getting in front of people. I don't talk to anyone but Stormy and Shayne and occasionally Nick." I sighed "I'm not the typ-"

"You could be" she interrupted

"But I don't want to be" i stood up to pour myself some coffee.

"You hardly go out lillyana. You only hang around Shayne and stormy. I'm worried about you. I don-"

"Don't be worried about me" I grabbed a mug out of the cabinet and poured some coffee then added cream and sugar

She huffed "I dont want you to regret anything." She finished her sentence "once high school is over it's over. If you don't do everything you want right now you'll regret it later"

I shrugged "I do what I want"

"You can't tell me you haven't wanted to go to any parties" she deadpanned

"I can tell you that because it's the truth" I lied

"I'm your mother. You can't lie to me." dang it

I sighed defeated making her grin as she took the bacon off the stove and put it all on a plate on the counter.

"I don't want the things I do to define me." I stated sitting back down with my coffee

"Not doing anything defines you too"

"Mom, I won't fit in with the cheerleaders. That's not me"

"Stormy is a cheerleader"

"So?"

She grumbled "So, she hangs out with you."

"She's nice though. Other cheerleaders are..well in nick's words, preppy bitches. Excuse my language. They've always either been mean to me or ignored me"