Wonderwall

Chapter 2

I sit cross legged on my queen sized bed, a black pen tucked behind my ear. I chew on my fingernails as I re read all of my writing before closing my book. I've been sitting here for at least three hours. I have a huge test tomorrow in math. I've never liked math. I'm not dumb, I'm actually quite intelligent. I just don't have the patience to solve every equation.

"Audrey honey" My moms fist raps on my door as she sings my name. I push aside my textbooks and hop off my bed. My feet are buried in the carpet as I take myself over to the large double doors.

Shortly after I was born my dad passed away from a brain Tumour. I don't know much about him but I do know that he was a famous author in his time. He wrote all sorts of murder mysteries, and sappy romances, my mom always tells me I get my creativity from him. Whenever I ask her about him, she just shrugs me off telling me 'your father was a great man. Let's leave it at that'. Every time I try and get more information on the man who is supposedly my father, I get nothing.

My Mom is very headstrong. She's the kind of woman that likes things her way, or no way at all. She sets strategic schedules to follow every morning, dresses up even when she's not going out, and always, no matter what, she always makes sure I'm putting in my best efforts with every little detail of my life. It irks me. She irks me. One of the reasons I got an early admission to The university of Chicago is because she pushed me until I got straight A's in every subject. She's quite controlling if you ask me. But in the end I know she's just trying to get the best possible life for her daughter.

"Ya?" I poke my head out the door to find my mom standing with a plate of cookies. A smile plasters my face as I greedily take the plate.

"Oh" my mom interrupts before I close the door on her. "Jackson's here as well" Her smile is wide as she pushes my door open, revealing Jackson standing by her side with a lazy smirk.

"You two have fun" she chuckles as she makes her way down the spiral staircase.

She's always been over supportive of me and Jackson's relationship. It's not like I don't appreciate her liking my boyfriend but it gets on my nerves when he comes on family trips, out for dinner, joins us for game night and all sorts of things boyfriends shouldn't do. Sure, I love that Jackson is close with my mom. Sure, I love that he gets to spend time with me. But when it gets to the point where he practically lives with me.. That's where my line is drawn out in the sand.

Jackson follows me back into my room and plops himself down on my window seat. "I wasn't expecting you to come over.." I quirk an eyebrow at him. I take the time to notice the leather jacket he still has on. "Are you going somewhere?" I ask him out of curiosity. Jacks hair is pushed into a neat quiff, his brown eyes glistening as he happily looks at me.

"We both are" he grins. I don't re call making plans with him. I don't feel like going out tonight if that's what he's planning. I have a lot to study, and this test counts for a lot of my final grade.

"We are?"

"Yep"

I stuff my textbooks and pens into my book bag and throw it onto my recliner.

"Where to?" My hands flies out, connecting with the door, shutting it fully.

"One of those punk guys is throwing a party, and I thought what better way to spend our anniversary than at a sick party!" Jackson's face lights up as he turns on his phone. Before he looks over to me for a response I give him a tired look that stands for 'No' He watches me blankly as I drum my fingers on my bare thighs. "So.. Are you just going to stand there.. Or are you going to get ready?" Jackson looks up at me as if he actually believes I'm going to one of their parties.