Liz's POV
My mom and Aunt Carol have definitely been gone for more than an hour. I have been locked in this closet for a long time now and I know for a fact that if I don't get out now, I will surely loose it. Good thing I'm not claustrophobic or else I would've probably gone crazy by now.
While I was playing Candy Crush on my phone, I heard the 'tick tack' if some heels against the wooden floor of my house.
That must be Aunt Carol and my mother. Now I can finally get out of this stupid closet.
I opened the door, ever so slowly. Just to make sure Jack wasn't going to try anything, out of the ordinary. Not that he hasn't already.
I peeked through through the newly formed opening that had been made with the door.
My eyes wondered around the place until I spotted Jack and my mom conversing. He looked at me direction and pointed at me. My mother looked towards what he was pointing at and her eyes were set on me. She crossed her arms and came to where I was currently standing. I looked over at Jack, confused and noticed his face was now holding his mischievous grin.
What the hell did he tell my mom?
Well, i guess I'm about to find out.
"Why did you lock yourself in the closet?" She asked.
What kind of lie did he tell her. I know that it was far from the truth. But, then again my mom seemed to believe it.
Surprise, surprise.
"Erm...." I'm not even sure what to tell her, actually.
I'm 100% sure that the idiot told her a completely different story. And, i highly doubt that she'll believe the true story. That her favorite nephew was hitting on her only daughter and had horrendous intentions.
But, i hated lying. Especially to my mother. Every time I lied to my mother the guilt always consumed me in an unbelievable manner. I felt so much guilt that I would end up confessing anyway. Or she would catch me in the act. As you can see I'm not a good liar. So, really, there was no point in doing that.
I decided to tell her part of the story. I wouldn't lying and she wouldn't have to loose her trust for her favorite 'nephew.' It's a win-win.
"He was chasing me," I simply said and began to regret it right after.
She will definitely question me and ask why he was chasing me in the first place. The answer to that is what i've been trying to avoid. That's why I only said part of the traumatizing story.
I had no problem telling my mom because that will mean i'll probably see him less. But, i know my mom would have a hard time accepting these facts.
"So you decided to lock yourself in a closet?" She asked, even though she wouldn't wait for my response.
"Don't you think he might have just wanted to spend some time with his cousin.That is the reason they came here in the first place. To spend sometime with us. The family members that they barely get to see. And what do you decide on doing? Run away from him and lock yourself in a closet. Now Elizabeth, do you think that's reasonable?"
"No, mother," I responded.
Her take of this story sounds extremely unreasonable. Nevertheless, that is a completely story. The actual events that acurred make my unsual and desperate desicion completely reasonable. But, ofcourse, Jack woukd never tell her these 'events.'
"Good. So now that we have an agreement, go and say you're sorry to him to him," She said in a peremtory tone of voice.
"But-" i said befoere my mother cut me off. I was defiantely not going to say sorry to him. Especially for something that he brought on to himself. If he did want to spend time with me, he should've thouht of that before he tried to make moves on me, several times.
"Go," my mother commanded me.
"Okay, okay," I said, defeated and began to walk over to him.
"Hey, you," I said.
"Yes," he said turning around.
"Hello! Eyes up here," I said once i noticed his eyes were looking at my chest.
He smirked.
"I'm sorry you're always such a Jack@$$ and that you are not and will never be my type," I said proudly.
I said I'm sorry, which is what my mom asked me to do.
"Ooh. Someone's gotten fiesty." He said with the smirk that has barely left his face since he arrived this afternoon.
'Don't you f*cking call me fiesty,"
I honeslty can't believe that he tried to play the inosent little boy in front of my mom and now he's flirrting with me.
Again.
What the hell is wrong with him.
This dude has major unresolved issues he needs to fix, ungently.
"Jack, honey, we'll be leaving in about an hour. We have a long drive ahead of us." Aunt Carol informed.
Jack and her lived pretty far away which is why we rarely visit eachother. But, I can't complain. I can not imagine a life in which the guy my mother calls her nephew is constantly visiting.
I sat down on the living room as far away from Jack as humanl possible. We watched a show Jack had on. I believe it's called Teen Wolf. Watching part of one episode made me want to keep watching every other episode. Even after Aunt Carol and Jack left, I continued to watch it until my mom came and told me i should probably go to bed. I looked at the time, it was 12:34! Technically Monday already. I can't belive I've been watching this since 6 or 7. I can't even remember anymore.
I officially have a new addiction.
I blame Jack.
When i noticed how late it was, I also noticed how tired I actually was.
I turned off the telly and went to my room. I didn't even bother taking off my clothes and putting my PJs on. I just threw myslef at the bed and instantly fell asleep.
Very typical of me.
