A Complicated Love

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I sighed angrily and opened my locker. A seventy nine? I've never gotten anything lower than ninety. I put in my books before closing my locker and heading towards the exist door.

Because I was so furious and angry I wasn't looking where I was going and unfortunately I smashed into a wall.

"Someone's in a bad mood." I looked up and saw my handsome boyfriend smirking down at me.

He held out his hand to help me up and I accepted it quickly.

"Yeah." I smiled at him. I held up the test paper and his face lit up.

"Great job. At least you got more than I did." He complimented.

"Chris, you know I hate getting anything lower than ninety." I said.

He laughed. "Really? Vanessa, you've never gotten anything lower than ninety." He paused and smirked once more. "Well,..... until now."

He chuckled and wrapped his arms around me and led me to the parking lot. I raised and eyebrow and looked at him.

"I thought you had football practice." I reninded.

Chris is the quarterback for the football team at our school. Their first game of the season was on Friday and he needed to practice if he wanted to beat Manchester High.

"I do. But I wanted to spend my evening with you." He said sweetly before holding my hand. I smiled at him.

He was the one being who could make me smile after a bad day; besides my two best friends.

"As much as I'd love that, you need to practice." I scolded.

"I can practice tomorrow." He whispered as his head dig in my neck.

"But you're first game is on Friday." I reminded.

I could feel him smile before removing his head from my neck.

"You're coming right?" He asked.

I put on my sarcastic face and shrugged. "I don't know; I don't want to be with a losing guy who doesn't practice for a big game and then embarrasses his entire school."

He chuckled and smiled at me. "Fine. I'll go to practice, but you better come to my game."

I laughed. "Okay. I'll be there."

How could he think I wasn't going to come? I've been to absolutely all of of his game ever since we started dating; which was two years ago.

He presses his lips aginst mine and put his hand on my waist.

I pulled away and smiled at him. He smiled back at me and we stay like that for a while until the tall, hispanic middle aged man walked up to us.

"Johnson, practice began thirty minutes ago!" He yelled, calling Chris by his last name. "You have suicide runs to do now."

I frowned and looked at Coach Wright. "It's completely my fault. Don't blame Chris."

Chris looked and shook his head. "It's cool, Nessa. I'm used to it." He gave me one last kiss on my cheek before running off and yelling, "Love you and make sure you text me."

Coach chuckled and shook his head before running after Chris. I smiled and got in my car.

When I got home, I was greeted by mom in the living room, doing some sort of paperwork. She took of her reading glasses when she saw me and smiled.

"Hi, honey. How was your day?" She asked.

I frowned. "Unfortunately, I got a seventy nine on my maths test." I smiled. "But Chris cheered me up."

She smiled. "Of course he did." She stood up and looked at me. "I thought you were gonna stay at his place for the evening."

I shrugged. "I was, but he has football practice."

She nodded understandingly.

"I'll be in my room if you need anything." I said and when she nodded, I ran up to my room and closed my door.

I laid in my bed and tried to take a nap. As I was about to get knocked out, my laptop ringed, signaling that I have a notification. I sighed and sat before reaching over to my nightstand and grabbing my laptop. I opened it a saw big bold words

'BRANDON IS FACETIMING YOU'

I smiled and immediately clicked accept.

Brandon is one of my best friends. His dad caught him having sex with some chick and shipped him to some religious camp for troubled teens.

His family is deeply religious and it sometimes irritated me because for some reason his dad thought I was a lesbian.

But luckily, it only lasts for a couple weeks. He was only gone for a week, but sure as hell felt like a year.

"Brandon!" I exclaimed, smiling widely.

He smiled back at me. "Vanessa. You won't believe how much I miss you and Eva."

I laughed. "You neither. I miss you so much."

I then remembered something.

"Wait, I thought you aren't allow to have electronics with you. How do you have your laptop?" I asked.

"Geez. Vanessa, why do you think I'm here. I'm trouble." He said and I chuckled.

"Brandon, who are you speaking to?" I heard someone yelled from the backward.

"Uh, I thought I saw a zombie...... oh wait, it's just the picture you have hung up on the wall. My bad." He joked.

"Hurry and do whatever you're doing. I need to pee." The person begged.

"I'm coming!" Brandon yelled.

I laughed and he looked at me. "Sorry. That was my roommate; Camilla. She can be annoying at times."

"No problem." I smiled. "But how do they let you share a room with a girl if their so religious."

He huffed. "Religious my ass. I caught one of the councilors watching porn."

I raised an eyebrow. "Really? Ew."

He laughed. "Tell me about-"

"I'm going to tell the councilors." Camilla yelled again.

Brandon rolled his eyes. "Piss on your pictures. Something. I'm coming."

I heard a loud thud and Brandon immediately went offline.

I sighed and closed my laptop. Might as well start my homework.

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"Vanessa. It's time for dinner." My mom shouted from downstairs. I closed my English book and headed downstairs.

When I got in the dining room, my dad was seated as my mom put a plate of mixed vegetables beside a large plate with a huge turkey sitting on it.

"Is there an occasion?" I asked.

My mom looked uncertain as she looked at dad.

I shrugged it off and sat down before devouring my dinner.

I looked up and saw that neither of my parents were eating their dinner. I would've understood with my mom because she is always worrying, but my dad, he would've eaten the whole chicken by then.

I put down my fork and looked at them. "Okay. What's up?"

"What? Nothings up." I looked at my nervous mom.

My dad sighed and looked at me. "Honey. We have to tell you something."

"What is it?"

"Um, sweetheart........ we have to move to Australia."

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