Little Miss Bitch | ✓

Chapter Twenty Nine

Danielle's P.O.V

"Happy birthday, sweetheart!" My mom practically shouts into the phone. I groan and rub my forehead, closing my eyes.

"Can you not scream? I've had a rough day as it is." I explain and my mom let's out a laugh, making sure to actually force it out so it sounds like someone is dying instead of laughing. Rolling my eyes, I lean against Cole's car, my eyes looking at the school building as I wait for Cole to appear.

"You're so funny. That's why I love you." My mom says, making my eyebrows furrow.

"Aren't you suppose to love me because I'm your daughter, not because how funny I am?"

"Nope." My mom replies, making me breathe out a laugh. Suddenly, I notice Cole come into view and I narrow my eyes at him, watching as he adjusts his bag on his shoulder.

Where the hell was this guy?

"Anyway, why did you call me?" I ask, raising my eyebrow at Cole as he walks closer to me.

"Because I want to know when you'll get home, duh! I have presents for you!" My mom says, making me breathe out a sigh.

"What if I don't want them?" I ask and my mom let's out a laugh.

"Okay, very funny. Now, hurry up and get your ass home." My mom quickly says and before I can say anything, the phone hangs up, making me roll my eyes. I slide my phone into my pocket and cross my arms, glaring at Cole.

"Where the hell were you? When you told me to wait at your car after school, I didn't expect to wait half an hour." I snap, watching as Cole opens the car door.

"I had stuff to do." Cole says with a small grin. At this, I feel my heart do flips before landing against my ribs, breaking into two.

What the hell is that suppose to mean? Was he with a girl?

No, that would mean what he said back in the nurse's office was a lie, or something to make me feel happy seeing as I hate my birthday.

But... why?

"Are you going to stand there or get in the car?" Cole asks, bringing me out of my thoughts. I roll my eyes and scoff, opening the car door.

"Whatever."

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Walking up to the door must've been the most hardest thing to do, seeing as I already knew that my mom - and probably Andrea - was waiting inside for me. And to be honest, I don't think I really want to go inside.

"Is there a reason you're staring at the door like that? I think the door is beginning to get a little nervous." I hear Cole say, making me crack a smile. Damn it! Why does he have to be so damn funny?

"I don't think the door will mind." I reply back, still staring at the door with my hands shoved into my pockets. "I mean, it's better than abusing it." I say, looking over my shoulder to see Cole with his mouth open.

"How dare you call the door 'it'! That door has a name!" Cole says, narrowing his eyes at me. I raise an eyebrow at his comment, the smile not seeming to wipe off of my face.

"Oh yeah? What's its name?" I ask, watching as Cole looks around, obviously beginning to think of a name. When he does, he looks back at me with a small grin.

"Jeff." Cole says, walking closer to the door. When he leans against it, his raises a hand and pats it. "Jeff is one of the - ah!"