Behind the eyes of a lunatic (undergoing editing)

11- I'll Tell You Mine If You Tell Me Yours

Dedication to @SleepingwithinWater, because her comments always make me smile so freaking much.

CARMELA'S PICTURE BY THE SIDE

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"So Tate, what do you plan on doing after school?" My mum spoke softly as she started to pile food on to her plate.

We were all sat around the table listening to my mother try to interrogate Tate, in the nicest possible way of course.

Cutting into his food, he looked up at my mother and pulled his eyebrows together.

"Why'd you wanna know" he snapped.

As I was sitting directly opposite him, it gave me an all access pass to kick him.

As his knee jerked up and hit the table, Kelsie spat out her food with a high pitched squeal.

Biting down on my lip, Kelsie narrowed her eyes at me and stabbed her knife in her slice of chicken.

Before dinner, she specifically said to me not to embarrass her in anyway. How was it my fault that Tate was acting like a rude tyke.

"Law, I want to study law" scoffing to myself, I noticed how it may had come out louder than I intended, as everyone's eyes had seemed to find my face the most interesting thing right now.

"Carmela.." My mother warned.

"I'm sorry, but isn't it a bit ironic how a criminal wants to study law... You don't find that a tad suspicious?" Squinting my eyes at my mom, I tilted my head as she rolled her eyes in frustration.

"Carmela Luisa Brooks, I'm warning you" my mother seethed through her teeth.

Pointing my fork in Tate's direction, I watched as my mothers face slowly turned red with anger.

"He's a criminal, and I'm in the wrong? You know you're putting your family in danger, what if he completely snaps?" Slamming her cutlery on the table, she flashed an apologetic look at Tate before pointing a finger in my face.

Didnt't she once tell me pointing was rude?

"You're hanging by a very thin thread right now Carmela" Pushing myself back a bit, I quickly glanced at a not so annoyed looking Tate.

He had that same blank non existent facial expression he always wore. Stirring the peas around his plate with his fork as I continued to stare at him in curiosity.

Why wasnt he getting annoyed, why wouldnt he react at all? The thought alone nearly made me want to rip out my hair.

"What if he's a panty sniffer, huh? Oh god mom you've let a panty sniffer stay with us for 3 weeks. You know how creepy that-" the sound of my moms hand colliding with the table made me stop my pointless explanation.

"Go to your room, now" pushing myself up, with both palms placed flatly upon the table, I leaned towards my mom and narrowed my eyes.

"My pleasure." Stepping away from the table, I marched my way out of the room and was already half way upstairs before someone decided to follow me. Sprinting my way to my room, I shut the door and slid my back down it.

Closing my eyes, I concentrated on the footsteps nearing to my room.

"Kitten.." Again with the freaking kitten card.

"No hablo ingles" I muttered while fiddling with the ends of my hair.

"usted sabe que yo hablo español también" dropping my hands, I lowered my eyebrows and pressed harder against the door.