Jariana

Chapter 5

"Ariana is a beautiful name," Joeys mother smiles at me and I make no effort to return it as I stare at the kitchens stainless white walls.

I wonder how Joeys mother would react if she knew what Joey and I had done the first day we met.

"I'm Dean," an older man who I assumed to be Joey's dad genuinely smiles and tries to shake my hand.

I sigh in defeat and shake his hand.

"You can call me Amelia. I didn't mention it before. How forgetful of me. Oh but I hope you like steak," Joeys mother, Amelia, jumps from topic to topic as she fusses over the table.

"Mom..." Joey looks at her sternly and I muffle a laugh.

"So how did you meet Joey?" Dean stabs his fork in the large meat.

Oh my goooddd this is boring. Why did I even agree to come inside?

"You know I just forgot I have a thing..." I stand up and walk away.

"What?! Oh no Ariana really. Well you must return soon..." Amelias voice fades out as I get to my car not bothering to glance at Joey.

I flip down my mirror visor and wipe my messed up makeup from under my eyes. There. That's better.

I pull up to the mall and get out of the car.

Mission: Find a guy and rock his world.

I immediately see a dark haired boy with vivid blue eyes.

Target acquired.

"Hey," I say walking up to him. He bobs his head up and down and I notice for the first time that he has earphones on.

"Hey!" I say louder.

"Oh hi," he says pulling out his earphones. He looks at me and I nearly fall to my knees. This I'm not used to. It's usually reversed.

I stare back at him and hold back a smile.

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I pull at his neck and pull at his dark hair as my mouth moves with his.

I think he said his name was Damon.

We stumble into my apartment.

Finally. It feels like I haven't had sex for days.

I drop my bags and he pulls at my shirt and kisses my neck and I let out an involuntary groan.

"Hello Ariana."

"FUCK!" I screech and pull back from Damon to see a long brown haired women sitting in my kitchen.

My mother.

"What the HELL are you doing here?!" I feel fury boiling at the bottom of my stomach.

"We need to talk. He needs to leave." She says in a matter-of-factly way.

"THIS IS MY APARTMENT!" I scream at her.

Damon takes my phone from my hand but I ignore him.

"Ari-"

"DON'T CALL ME THAT!" I feel tears coming on AGAIN in a 48 hour period. This is not okay.

"I DON'T WANT TO TALK TO YOU BECAUSE I HAVE NOTHING TO SAY! AND IF I CHANGED MY MIND YOU SHOULD'VE CALLED BECAUSE THIS IS ILLEGAL!" Damon leaves my phone on the coffee table and silently exits and I internally groan. He was gorgeous I really wish the moment hadn't been ruined.

I see my bright phone screen out of the corner of my eye and I realize he left his cell number.

Yes.

"Do not talk to me that way," my mother- Lacy- raises her voice also.

"You don't get to teach me how to live!" I spit. "You may be my mother but you are NOT MY MOM!"