Mediocre Boulevard

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It took that housewife bitch a day before she officially went to my mother. She had rung the doorbell three times before my mother opened the door in one of her perfect little dresses. I scoffed and leaned against the foyer listening to the old bat tell my mother that I influenced her children to listen to sad music and how I'd done the same thing to Cloud.

Only seconds after my mother had said goodbye and closed the door, her eyes were on me. "Charlotte! I just don't understand why you have to bother Mrs. Holt. You and your friend need to have some respect for the neighbors," she scolded me making me roll my eyes.

"You'd love it if I wore a little dress and curled my hair, wouldn't you?  What would you pay to have your sweet little Charlotte? Unfortunately for you, I'm Charlie and I'm staying this way. Accept me for who I am and my existence won't bother you as much," I told her.

My mother had never understood why I'd grown up to be so cold and detached. She blamed it on my music, on the internet, and the fact that I supposedly didn't try hard enough. Truth be told, once again, the reason for my personality: no fucks given.

Her face crumpled in frustration as she stared at me. "I love you no matter how long this phase is going to last. I will have my sweet Charlotte again and you will be like you were before," she declared with tears in her eyes.

I scoffed and grabbed my jacket from the hook by the door. "I'm going out," I told her before slamming the door behind me. If Mrs. Holt wanted to fuck with me then I would fuck with her son.

Bryce was sitting in his room with the window open as he watched what I assumed to be some boring ass sport. I could hear the commentators and the screams of a crowd as I climbed the tree that leaned towards his bedroom.

I watched him for a moment as he laid back on his bed with one of his arms lazily thrown across his stomach. There was a small fan blowing his way and a half empty glass of juice in his other hand. I watched his blue eyes light up when something exciting—according to him—happened. I sighed and climbed into his room only for him to jump up.

"Charlie? What are you doing here?" He asked before placing his juice on his nightstand. I sighed again and decided to take off my jacket and my shirt, leaving me in just my bra. "W-What are you doing? My family is downstairs!" He continued before I walked over to him, straddling his lap.

"You can either make out with me or go downstairs and help your boring ass mother with whatever the hell she does in this tacky ass house," I offered as I draped my arms over his shoulders. Bryce offered no hesitation and immediately pecked my lips. I took control and attached our lips in a bruising kiss.

His hands wondered up to my torso as he immersed himself in the moment completely. It wouldn't be long before his bitch of a mother wandered upstairs to find her beloved son locking lips with the street trash she loathed so much.

In all honesty, Bryce was somewhat attractive and he never spoke down to me. I always believed he had a small crush on me. Or maybe he just liked girls in general. Either one made no difference to me anyway. I was only using him to get back at his bitchy mother.

"Mmm, Charlie. I love a good make out session but why all of sudden?" He asked as he took a moment to catch his breath. There was a goofy smile on his face as he wondered why I had chosen to climb through his window and make out with him. I shrugged and brushed a piece of his dirty blonde hair out of his eyes. Bryce had blue eyes but they weren't as blue as Cloud's.

"Fuck it," he smiled before resuming our session. Bryce groaned underneath me in between kisses and biting my lip. It was starting to get more intense than I had anticipated but I wasn't going to stop until that evil bitch caught us.

"Bryce!" I moaned out loud causing his eyes to widen with caution. "We have to be quiet," he told me with his brow furrowed and his eyes on the door of his bedroom. However, it was too late because only seconds later did Mrs. Holt barge into Bryce's bedroom with a red face and a wagging finger.

"Bryce Hamilton Holt! How dare you fornicate under the same roof as your family? Your father will be hearing about this upon his return!" She screeched towards her son who was still gripping my bare upper body. There was a creepy ass vein surfacing on the side of her neck as she raised her voice. I cringed internally at her very awake bitch face.

When her attention turned towards me I smirked and pecked Bryce once more before I turned around in his lap. I could see the crazy bitch becoming angrier as she watched me touch her son.  

"You are a filthy girl and you should be punished for trying to defile my poor Bryce! Get out of my house right now!" She continued as she walked closer to me. I cocked my head to the side and patted Bryce's cheek before slipping on my shirt.

"Poor Bryce has a boner so I'm sure he liked it. Have a shitty day, Mrs. Holt," I smiled before grabbing my jacket as I exited the same way I'd gotten in. I could hear her scolding Bryce further about how he needed to take a shower and brush his teeth before they had a long talk about the difference between classy and trashy.

I almost slipped out the tree while attempting not to laugh at how dramatic she was. Mrs. Holt was the fucking reason her husband went on what he liked to call business trips. She was the reason her daughter hated her and she was the reason her son liked making out with me. She was driving her family away with her bullshit and I could see a divorce including a custody battle in the future of the Holt family.