5.0 Serial Killer

Chapter 3

Later that night, I was sitting on the couch with my mom. She was kinda scolding me for leaving Will to unpack alone.

"He is trying to help us yet you are rude to him. Lizzie why would you do that, especially because he is your best friend."

"Mom he is not my best friend! Val is! I'm sorry that I feel uncomfortable with some guy commenting on my anxiety! That's a sensitive place for me!" I cried.

My mom rolled her eyes. Why would she roll her eyes at me about that? As much as I love my mom, she truly doesn't understand me at the same time either. But I knew she was kinda right. For years I have pushed people away, even my own therapists. It's not easy for me to open up so much, as "popular" as I am, I can be very much an introvert.

My mom finally spoke again.

"Maybe you should just go to bed early." Thats always what she said to me. "Lizzie just go to bed"

"Ok fine, I'll go to bed" I kinda mocked. Strangely, my mom didn't say something back. She hates getting mocked by people. My father did it to her a lot before the divorce.

I walked up the stairs slowly to kill time. I honestly wasn't that tired. My mom thinks I get tired because of anxiety, which I do, but tonight I wasn't. I haven't done much today but flip off Will and move boxes. Plus I also sat on my ass for three hours trying not to cry over Will. I feel stupid for pushing him away. If I'm in love with him, I should be able to talk to him right?

I layed in bed on my phone for about ten minutes before seeing something light up out my window. I sat up to look. How cool, Will's room window was right across from mine, like the movies!

I saw him walk in with a somber look on his face. He did mention his parents getting a divorce too, maybe he is secretly depressed. No, that happened ten years ago, and Will doesn't hold grudges over anyone.

I looked at myself in the mirror to see if I looked cute. yep. Light pink T-shirt with rolled up light grey sweatpants, my hair up in a cute messy bun, and some left over eyeliner from today. Good enough to stalk Will from my window.

I pretended to not notice him as I sat on my window bench, I got out my phone and pretended to text people, the cutest thing to do while being watched, at least I hoped. But when I looked up, he wasn't watching, he was blowing his nose. How attracting. After a while I realized he was crying. I knew something wasn't right! I started a text conversation with him.

LIZZIE: Nice blue tissues, I like the colored ones too. In fact mine are lilac. :)

Five minutes later I saw him check his phone. He turned around and look at me, with a smile. I smiled back with a sexy lip bite. A minute later he responded. I gave him a quick glance before reading my message.

WILL: So you watch me huh?

I looked up again, he was smiling still.

LIZZIE: I didn't know your room was next to mine. Thats kinda cool.

WILL: Sure Liz Tiz.

I smiled when I read that. To be honest, I like him calling me Liz Tiz, he only calls his friends by nicknames, so it had to be a good thing he called me by one.

WILL: Whacha doing tomorrow?

LIZZIE: We didn't finish unpacking, my mom started to scold me for being a bitch to you. Im sorry btw.

WILL: For what?

LIZZIE: Leaving you in the kitchen, getting mad at you for offering mental support ;)

WILL: It's alright hon.

HON! DID HE REALLY JUST CALL ME HON! Oh.....my......god.......what....the....heck.........

I shut my phone off and just smiled at him. He pushes that button in me that makes me horny. I turned around so he could see my butt. I know I'm supposed to be the smart soccer star, but I just want love, and Will.

I couldn't tell if he watched my ass, but I climbed into the right side of my bed, closest to him, closest to sleeping next to his comforting body.

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The next morning, my alarm clock went off, but not my school one, because school isn't in session obviously. It was the sound of my mom screaming.

"ARE YOU KIDDING ME!? THERE IS NO WAY THE MORGAGE IS 5,000 DOLLARS A MONTH! YOU TOLD ME IT WAS 3,000! I WILL HAVE YOU FIRED IF YOU DON"T FIX THIS RIGHT NOW"

Alarmed, I got out of bed and crepted down the stairs, all I could see was the dining room, but I could still hear my mom screaming on the phone.

"THIS IS A JOKE! I BOUGHT THIS HOUSE AND THE REALTOR TOLD ME IT WAS 3,000 A MONTH MAX! 2,500 MINIMUM! IT"S ONLY ME AND MY DAUGHTER, HOW ON EARTH WOULD WE SPEND THAT MUCH!...........NO HE WASN'T WRONG! UUUUUUGGGGGHHH!"

I heard my mom throw her cell phone. I rushed downstairs to see what was going on.

"Mom! What is going on!" I asked.

"You are getting a job, that's whats going on. You are helping me pay for this house you understand!" She growled.

I stood there in shock. My mom almost yelled at me. I could feel my eyes tearing up, but my mom was actually crying. I walked over to her and gave her a hug.

"It's ok mom, I was planning on getting a job this year anyways, after all, I am a Junior now. I will drive myself to work everyday I promise." I assured her.

"It's just so hard all of this. The divorce, this huge house, I thought.....I thought this would be good, for us to get away, but I miss your father so much, I used to love him." She sobbed.

I sat down next to my mom.

"Mom this is the right thing. Look, I have heard you say growing up your life was perfect, and now things aren't. Based on what I've heard from others, moving is difficult. Don't stress out mom please. Everything is fine." I said.

"Say that when you make the money" She snapped. With that she walked out of the room, leaving me with her cracked up phone.