"When I told you to go out and make friends, I didn't mean to go out to wild parties on a school night and not come home until 2 in the morning, Samantha!" My mom continued to lecture as I sat at the breakfast table, eating some toast I had made myself trying to kill the mad hangover I had.
You would think that living in London for a week would mean we'd gone grocery shopping. And in a way I suppose we did. However, we didn't get aspirin or coffee. The two best things for treating a hangover. Next to sleep that is, but my dear mother would never allow that, especially after catching me sneaking in last night. Her and my father both.
"Are you even listening to me?!" She exclaimed frustrated as I sat there unresponsive for the last 10 minutes. The loudness of her voice causing me to cringe, holding my head as it pounded against my skull. Did she not understand I had a headache?
"Yes and it won't happen again. Can I please go to school now?" I asked my voice soft, not wanting to cause my already throbbing head to hurt any more than it already did. I suppose I had a few more drinks than I had originally thought...
She let out a long and dramatic sigh before nodding her head, "Yeah you're right. You should probably get going if you plan on getting there on time," She informed standing up from the table with me following.
"What do you mean by that?" I questioned, raising an eyebrow in confusion. School didn't start for 30 minutes and I lived only 10 minutes away.
"I mean, you better start walking if you expect to get there on time," She explained stressing the word 'walking' while dangling my car keys in the air.
My eyes widened as my mouth dropped forming an 'o' shape, "You've got to be kidding me, right?" I said in disbelief.
She shook her head, "You lied to us, Sam," she stated blankly.
"So I get my car taken away?" I exclaimed, upset, "Why don't you just ground me like a normal parent?!"
"Oh stop complaining, Samantha. It's only until the end of the week. Besides getting some fresh air might be good for you," she returned, grabbing her purse and car keys, walking towards the front door.
"If I get kidnapped, raped or killed, it's on your head!" I shouted after her before angrily picking up my books and shoving them into my backpack before hauling it over my shoulder and making my way towards the door. I took a deep breath looking at my mustang sitting in the driveway all alone.
Why couldn't she just ground me?
As I walked down the street, a few cars honking as they drove by, I began to really resent myself for taking my car for granted. I promise you, driving a red mustang 2013 to school every day (or the two days I have) was a hell of a lot better than walking to the damn school. I suddenly felt bad for all those kids I passed on the streets every day. The ones that had their backpacks/bags over their shoulders, making their way to a place no one really wanted to go, yet had to.
I groaned, clenching my eyes shut as another car honked at me, my head throbbing once again. I would kill for a Starbucks right now..
When I ignored the honk and kept on my way, I could hear the car following slowly before honking once again. I bit the inside of my cheek, turning on my heels ready to cuss the driver out when my eyes set on a familiar black range rover.
"Was the honking really necessary?" I asked annoyed as the window rolled down revealing Harry in the drivers seat, a smirk plastered to his face.
"Why are you walking out here?" He asked, completely throwing my question out the window. Typical.
"My lovely parents took my car as a punishment for coming home at 2 in the morning, drunk," I informed, giving him a sarcastic grin, even though I was being dead serious.
