He's a Devilish Cunt

Chapter 2: Reminiscing

Chapter 2: Reminiscing

          I'm frowning so much right now, reminiscing every little detail at the stupid Christmas Special that was supposed to be memorable rather than awkwardly stupid! And okay, maybe a little, teensy bit, tincture of hilarity. But you get it, I wasn't entirely pleased with all that had happened (apart from when Cameron – Mr. Nice Guy – communicates with me or had seemingly tried to talk to me). I still wasn't over my ugly brawl with Fat Face when Cameron approached me. I even almost yelled at him! Goodness gracious! But thankfully, he didn't mind or actually care about how people interact with him. Maybe that's why he appears harmlessly friendly and rational and patient... Like I'd thoroughly understand how life goes for him (note sarcasm).

           Mom was sitting across from me, all elated and too happy as she talked to Dad and basically relayed everything! Ugh...Mom was having an undeniably awesome moment there, encountering old friends, acquaintances and the like...contradictory to mine. Let me just say that meeting a super hot, friendly and responsible cutie, talking to him, and well...almost befriending him and then just almost flat out barfed after knowing that the Fat as ass guy was his cousin, just about makes it the worst. I would rather live my life without ever seeing Cameron again than ever seeing him and also seeing that outrageously mean fatness who could be compared to a literally heartless pig!

           I grunt to myself and about bashed my spoon and fork on the table. Mom's chattering suddenly stopped and it took me a while to realize why. "Sweetie, what's wrong?" She's asking me! She's asking me! Oooh, what do I say?!

          My eyes bulged out, clearly surprised out of my mind. Her stern and insistent eyes kept assessing my face and I try to hide the gulp that almost bobbed in my throat. "Nothing, Mom." She gives me a little more scrutinizing, then lazily whips back to Dad and starts chattering again. I had finished eating and immediately bring my plate over to the sink right after.

          I tiptoe pass the living room then went up to my bedroom. I had gotten inside my room already but why am I still thinking about what happened at the Christmas Special? Then instantly frown again. Cameron was all over my mind; I couldn't get him out. But the fact that if I would ever see him means seeing the fatness there too? I'll pass. I don't need to see that source of all fatness anymore and I have reasons. Number one, he's mean. As I've mentioned—outrageously mean. Meaning that I don't see the slightest congruence in meeting him face to face (talk about Math. Let me say too much curves too, bahaha. No actual angle to be seen). Number two, I doubt the possibility of him actually observing Cameron and then actually becoming somewhat not hostile, which I find very vehement in him. Main trait there.

          As I ponder over all of this, I hear a soft click of the bedroom door opening. I sit up and then almost scowled when I saw Mom prancing towards me with a smile that almost reached her ears. I admit to—having been disappointed of the exact undermining of life on the way I had expected my time at the Christmas Special would be. Talking, meeting new friends, promptly just slip out of people's way—but tell me, how can you slip away from something so incredibly huge?!

           I drew out a neigh-like sigh through my nose and slap myself in the face. No, I haven't gone crazy. Just a little reminder-thing to bring me back to rationality. "Cassandra," I look up just in time to see Mom take a seat on the edge of the bed. I stared her down, wondering if she was here to share her fun experiences or confront me. "Honey, you've been a little off lately...Did something happen?"