The Outsiders Club

2.

Jade's POV

I look left and right searching for my mother. Finally turning around, I see her charging towards me. I hear a kid whisper 'she's fucked' right before my mother made it to me.

"What the hell was all that about?" My mother harshly whispered in my ear as she grabbed my arm. Tons of people started staring at us, and knowing my mother, she wouldn't want that.

"We will finish this conversation at home," She whispered, letting go of my arm. She rushes to to the car, my dad, little brother, and I following in suit.

When we all reach the car, we get in without a word. The whole way home was silent. Which let's me know that she is planing everything in her head. And that scares the living shit out of me.

We pull into my drive way and I jump out of the car before it is even completely stopped.

"Jaden, you get back here right now," I hear my mother yell. I ignore her and run up to my room, locking the door. I know this conversation can't be avoided for long, but that doesn't mean I can't put it off for right now. I hear my mother yelling at me from downstairs, but I just keep ignoring her. I take my rob off, hanging it up nicely. I look at the fancy dress my mom picked out for me to wear under my gown. It was a long, just below my knees, and this ugly green color. And the reason hate It so much is because I love green, but this color gives a disgrace to that beautiful color. Along with the ugly dress, she wouldn't even let me wear heals. I looked like a teenager back in the 90s. Apparently to my mom, this is how a Harvard scholar dresses.

I change out of the hideous dress, putting on a Tyler t-shirt and a pair of Nike shorts. I lay flat on my back planning how I'm going to handle the fiasco that is about to happen down stairs. I could always just climb out the window. I mean I have only done this once, and when I did I fell climbing down the tree and broke my ankle. Sitting up, I run my hand through my red hair. I unclip my bangs I had pulled back and let them fall over my forehead. I then proceed to pull back my hair, putting it in a high pony tail. Taking one last deep breath I opened my bedroom door.

Slowly making my way down the stairs, I walk into the kitchen to see my whole family in there, paying attention to the small TV. When my mother sees me she stands up

"I know you are mad," I say, raising my hands in defense.

"Mad? I am beyond mad I am enraged," she starts. "What are you even thinking?" I shrug taking a seat knowing I'm not going to get a word in until she is done. "I bet it's those friends of yours," she says. Oh, here she goes about Olly and Scar. Ever since I meet them its been "why them", and "you could do so much better". She never got it, and honestly she never will.

"Where the hell are you even going?" She said pulling me put of my thoughts.

"Australia," I say quietly. She looks at me with crazed eyes.

"Australia? Australia." She puts her hands on her head, rubbing her temples.

"No, no, this is not acceptable," She says walking towards her. "You are not going anywhere, especially not with those girls," She forces me out of my seat. "Now go upstairs and get ready to leave for Harvard," She shoos me off, but I stand my ground.

"You know what mom? No. I am going to Australia and I honestly could care less if you want me to because I am. And about my friends, just because they're not stuck up and rude like you doesn't mean they are not genuine people. They are my best friends and I love them. They are honestly the only people I can count on in my life." She tries to talk but I cut her off. "And they are the only ones who believe in me and want me to follow my dreams."

"I do want you to follow your dreams, that's why I worked so hard to get you into Harvard," she says and I just roll my eyes.

"You don't get it mom, that's not my dream, it's yours," I say the oh so cliché line that you hear in the movies. Again she try's to talk but I stop her.