Walking out to my car so we could head to my house, I suggested to Kali I could pick her up for school and drop her off at her home afterwards, she agreed. I felt like it would be better than riding the bus anyways. Everything I ride the bus I felt nauseous, and I don't know why. Also, it always smelt like body odor.
I made it to my car and Marcus was there next to his. He looked at me, "I'm sorry about what happened in the classroom," he began, his green eyes looking a tiny bit guilty for what had happened earlier today.
I held my hand up for him to stop, "Don't worry about it," I replied, getting into my car. I really didn't want to talk about my emotional breakdown.
I began my journey home to grab my things. I quickly looked into the rearview mirror and let out a sigh as my makeup looked disheveled, but then continued on my way home. I didn't bring my makeup so I couldn't even fix it anyways.
We made it to my house and Kali let out a small laugh and I glanced at her as I began to park. "And you live next to Marcus? God must be after you for something," she joked, which made me smile a little bit.
I let out a frustrated sigh, "Yeah," I mumbled. "Off topic, but I want to warn you, my mother is very talkative and my dad is a pain in the butt," I warned her as we walked into my house.
My mother then came out of the kitchen as soon as we walked in and smiled, "Good afternoon, Krys," she said and then smiled at Kali, "Who's this?" She asked, her smile widening.
Kali extended her hand to shake and my mother obliged. "I'm Kali Bradshaw," she responded for me.
My mother's smiled widened, "Well, hello, I'm Krystal's mother. You can call me Mrs. Parker or Lynn," she stated. "Either one I'm completely fine with."
"Well, I'm going to be staying the night at Kali's house, if that's fine?" I asked, already knowing my mother would say yes.
She nodded, "Of course, that is completely fine," she answered. "I'll let your father know," she informed me.
I nodded and ran up the stairs towards my room, Kali right behind me. I opened the doors to my room and walked in. "I was going to decorate my room, but hanging out with-"
"Can we stay the night here?" She asked, cutting me off. Her tone of voice was throwing me off.
I bit my lip, "Uh, yeah, sure. Why the sudden change?" I asked, slightly confused.
She shrugged, "You're house is way nicer than mine. I live in a tiny house and it's nothing compared to this," she mumbled. The embarrassment was obvious in her facial expression.
I genuinely smiled and gave her a hug, "That's okay with me," I replied sincerely. We may live in a nice house, but that doesn't mean anything to me.
She sighed, "Just want to stay here? Is that okay with you?" She asked, her face hoping I would say yes.
I gave her a half-heart smile, "Okay, that's fine," I replied. "If you want, we can decorate my room and watch Netflix," I suggested, "And you can borrow any of my clothes," I finished, opening my closet revealing a ton of clothing. My mother thinks I'm going be living on my own drowning in clothing because I never throw any out.
She smiled, "You have so many onsies," she noted and I let out an awkward laugh. They were nice to sleep in. Do not judge me.
My phone then vibrated and I pulled it out of my pocket. I then realized it was Marcus, which reminded me that he had put his number in my phone. I then scanned the words on my phone slowly:
