Finally 18 (girlxgirl)

Chapter 20

"Ohh, Lord, Cooper, where have you been?" my mother yells at me as I walk into the house..at four in the afternoon.

"Sorry, sorry, sorry, I was just with a friend and slept over last night..and then we hung out all day today," I say as quietly as possible, considering if I open my mouth too much..my mom'll see my new tongue piercing.

Alex talked me into it.

..it's actually realllllyyyy cool.

"Well, next time, call us, Cooper! We were so worried!"

"Sorry," I sigh.

She nods. "It's fine, now go put on clothes, we're gonna have a mommy, daughter day and get our nails and hair done!" she smiles.

"Alright," I say, walking upstairs to my room. I go into my bathroom and turn on the light, looking into the mirror. I sitck out my tongue and just stare at it.

I feel like such a fucking rebel.

I smile and walk to my closet, considering I already took a shower earlier.

I smile again, blushing and look around the closet. I grab a gray, long sleeve One Direction shirt, holey, denim shorts, and black hightops. I quickly brush down my hair, and put on a little mascara and concealer, grabbing my phone and walking downstairs. "Ready," I whisper.

"Are you alright, you're talking so quietly," dad says.

I nod.

"..are you sure?"

"Yessir. Bye."

I walk outside and slide into my mom's car. "Are you alright, dear?" mom asks, pulling her shoulder-length brown hair into her bun.

"Mhmm," I nod.

"You haven't spoken louder than a whisper ever since you've been home."

"..throat," I whisper, pointing to my throat.

"Ohh, poor baby. After we get everything done, we'll go get you some medicine, huh?"

"Thank you," I mouth.

Hanging around Alex must've turned me into a much better liar.

Awesome.

Mom drives down the street, and to the nail salon. We get out and go in, getting started immediatly.

"So what do you want, Coop?" mom asks.

"Just a manicure," I whisper.

"Are you sure? What color?"

"Uhh, black."

"Black nails? No, no, noo. She'll get the french tip, acrylic nails."

I sigh. You've got to be kidding me.

"You'll like them, trust me. They're very girly and cute, they'll look great," mom says.

"Alright," I say, setting my hands on the table. About fifteen minutes pass, me saying nothing and just staring at my hands as the lady works on them. "You're very pretty, do you have a boyfriend?" the lady asks me.

"Ohh, uhh, thank you, but, noo," I sigh, considering my mom is looking at me.

"She has a crush on a boy, but she refuses to tell me," mom says.

I say nothing, just sit back as the lady starts putting on the tips.

"Ohh, what's his naammee?" the lady asks, smiling a big smile at me.

I shrug, slumping back in my chair. I have a feeling this is gonna turn bad really fast.

"C'mon, dear," she smiles at me.