Chapter 37
"Can you not grab me so hard?" I yelled at Marissa as she dragged me by my arm inside the mall.
"Shut up, we're meeting someone here." Marissa said, ignoring my request while tugging harder on my arm.
"Please don't tell me it's Tristan." I said, frowning.
"Too bad." Marissa giggled, and I struggled in her grip again.
"No, I refuse to hang out with that twat! Do you hear me? Refuse!" I yelled, causing people around us to stare.
Marissa ignored me, dragging me in front of the Forever 21 store, where Tristan sat. He was on his phone, leaning up against the windows of the store.
"Hey babe!" Marissa yelled, letting go of my arm to run and hug Tristan. I rubbed my wrist, damn, she had one hell of a grip.
"Hi baby!" Tristan exclaimed, accepting Marissa's hug. But as he looked over her shoulder, our eyes locked, and he sent a scowl in my direction.
"Well, here we go..." I muttered under my breath as Marissa chattered on and on to her boyfriend.
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Within one hour, Tristan had managed to trip me, elbow me four times, push my into clothing racks twice, and bump into me four times.
Meanwhile, I had only kicked him in the back of the knees once, causing him to fall and hit an old lady.
It was quite ridiculous how much we hated each other, and it was also ridiculous how Marissa hadn't noticed us hitting each other like five year olds.
"Give me two minutes to try this stuff on!" Marissa exclaimed as she carried away some clothes to the fitting rooms, leaving Tristan and I alone.
As soon as Marissa was out of earshot, I gave her boyfriend a killer stare.
"Why the hell are you being so mean to me?" I asked, scrunching my eyebrows. I had never actually done anything bad in the past to Tristan, so why he hated me? I had no clue whatsoever.
Tristan laughed sarcastically, rolling his eyes, "Are you really that blind? You don't know what's happening?"
My breathing stopped, was I missing something?
"What's happening?" I asked, curious.
Tristan once again, laughed sarcastically, "God, you're so blind its unbelievable. Well, when you see anything out of the ordinary, you might want to examine it much more than you usually would. Things aren't always what they seem."
What was he talking about? Was my best friend hiding a secret? Was he talking about the 5SOS boys? I was utterly confused at the moment, and not knowing what Tristan was talking about is probably going to gnaw at me until I find out what it is.
It may take days, weeks, maybe even months, but I'm going to find out what Tristan was talking about.
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"Where is this from?" Michael asked, laying on my couch with me. It was a school night, but I could always survive with a few hours of sleep.
"Marissa's boyfriend." I muttered, watching Michael rub his thumb over the bruise on my arm.
"He's a real dick, isn't he."
"Dick is an understatement." I muttered, rolling my eyes.
"He shouldn't hurt girls, that's wrong. I would beat him up, but sadly my muscle strength is the equivalent of a noodle." Michael laughed, and I joined him.
"I wouldn't want you to beat him up. That's immature. If he's going to act like a baby, then I want to be the mature one."
Michael kissed the side of my neck, "I'm proud of you, baby."
"For being mature?"
"Yeah, you could just fight back, but instead you're not going to. That's hard to do in all honesty."
"I guess..." I mumbled.
Just then, the front door to my house creaked open slowly. I could feel Michael's grip on my waist tighten, he pulled me closer to his body.
"Mom?" I asked as I saw my mother's familiar shape.
"Stephanie, what are you doing up? Is that Michael?" My mom asked, she looked like someone had roughled her hair. Her face had a worried expression on it.
"Yeah it's him. I'm going to bed in like thirty minutes, why were you out so late? Where were you?" I asked, confused.
My mother's face became red, "Just out."
"Out where?"
"It's none of your business, I don't have to tell my daughter where I was. Now, I want you to go to bed, it's two in the morning. I also want Michael gone." My mother said quickly, taking off the heels she was wearing.
I nodded, still curious to know where she went though.
I stood up, "C'mon Michael, get Ashton to give you a ride back, it's too late for you to walk."
"Or should you say, too early?" Michael raised an eyebrow, and I hit his stomach.
"Shut up!" I scolded at his stupid comment. My mom ignored us, going upstairs.
"That was weird." Michael whispered as soon as my mom was out of sight. He put on his flip-flops, or as he liked to call them, thongs.
"I know. I've noticed her do this a couple times, and I used to think she just worked late sometimes in the office to do paperwork for her patients. But now I'm getting suspicious." I said, watching Michael fix his hair in the mirror my family had hanging on our living room wall.
"You should look into it, figure out where she's going. Maybe we could get Ashton to follow her to work one day, with us in the car obviously." Michael suggested, still whispering.
"Mmm, I don't know." I shrugged.
No more words were shared between Michael and I, and he got on his phone, calling up a tired Ashton.
All I could think about was where my mother had been.
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