Partners In Crime [On Hold]

Chapter Seven

Wednesday arrived, and other than seeing Dipshit/Awlon on the biology class the day before (That by the way, went smooth except for the chirpy 'Bye' he said as the teacher dismissed us.) the two first days of second school week went as good as it could be.

But then there was Wednesday. Which meant Math. Equaled, Nove and I sharing another classroom with Awlon. I did not doubt that math would go as smooth as the biology classes, but I was still a bit moved by the thought that Dipshit would confront me once again.

Last week when I first met him I wouldn't dare thinking of crossing paths with this guy, but he had been such a dick, and my questions were unanswered still. But curiosity killed the cat, and I was very dedicated to the idea that Dipshit would very much want to kill me. Heck, he had even been wicked enough to let me think so. He had said such hard words, basically broken (Yes, I did feel quite broken), so why wouldn't he have intentions of killing me?

Realizing I was far off in Crazyville I willed myself to come back to reality. Which was pancakes and syrup, because the smell forced itself into my nostrils.

Forget alarm clocks. If your mother makes delicious food, that would be more effective than a ring and a buzz from these mechanical things.

I burst out of bed and immediately sat down at the dinner table.

Joining us was Alex, once again here for free food, and Penny. Baba usually didn't join breakfast as he had night shifts.

Mother Vieña handed me a plate, not meeting my eyes once.

And I didn't think anything of it. My mom was ashamed of me. Sneaking out, wearing such clothes she loathed and getting detentions?

Why wouldn't she deny my existence? At least she gave me food. More than I could hope.

Alex gave me a wary look, apologetically almost. The boy had done things worse than me, and she had no clue. But, disregarding the unfairly thought behind it, she wouldn't care less whether Alex was the epitome of devilish and none-catholic. He was a boy. And in her family, that was all it mattered.

He mattered more than me.

And I couldn't care less. Indifferent, remember? But it was unfair on Penny's part.

"Your school is like an hour away, how do you even get there in time?" I said through full cheeks. Alex shrugged, pushing food into his mouth as well.

"Madre cook better. It's worth it."

My mom heard that and even pinched his cheek.

"Eh, Alexander, flattery don't get you anywhere." And with a kiss on his head, a pat on Penny's, she left.

I didn't feel anything, like many times before. She had done this many times before.

Indifference was more like a shield than a weapon at this point. My mom could loathe me all she wanted, I couldn't care.

Though I loved her dearly still, and I would be a lier if I didn't admit that yes, yes it did hurt. But just a little.

"She's kind of a bitch now." Alex chuckled, shaking his head, but he gave me a brotherly look which made the hurt go away. "As always."

I sucked in my lips and nodded. "Yeah."

"Anyway, Penny, you ready for school?" Alexander chirped and stood up. Penny crawled her way out for he chair and Alex grabbed the five year old by her hand, squeezing it.

"Let's get you ready."

I was left alone to eat.

And I still didn't feel anything.