Nice Shot (John Luke Robertson Book 2)

Chapter 7

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"Kaysie! Surprise!"
"Shoot," I grumble, pushing John Luke off of me and scrambling to pull my clothes on. John Luke rearranges himself as well. "Sorry!" I yell at the person standing in the doorway. "I didn't know you were coming."
"I can see that," my mother glares at John Luke. "Is this what your father allows you to do? Is this why you wanted to move with him?"
"No, mom. He doesn't know, and we weren't going to do anything. I'm not ready for that," I mumble the last sentence.
"Ma'am, I would not do that either at such a young age. Kay Anne isn't ready, and neither am I."
"And who are you?" Mom stares with an icy glare.
"Don't you recognize him?" I ask, smoothing down my hair.
"No, I do not," she snaps at me.
"My name is John Luke Robertson. I'm your daughter's boyfriend," he says, stretching an arm out. My mother stares at his hand before looking up at me.
"I expect you to be more presentable when I come back from putting my things in the guest room," she says, turning her nose up and walking away. John Lukw drops his hand and scratches the back of his neck. I relax and face him.
"I'm sorry. I didn't know she was coming," I say. He nods.
"It's alright. She was young once. She knows," he chuckles to ease the tension.
"Yeah, sometimes I wonder if she was this uptight when she was younger. Was she born with a large stick up her butt, or did that come when she had her own kids?" I grumble, taking John Luke's hand and dragging him to the bathroom. I look at myself in the mirror. I look decent. But decent isn't enough for my mom. I drag a brush through my hair and wet my cheeks to get the flush to disappear. John Luke smiles down at me. "What?" I quirk an eyebrow.
"You're so beautiful," he whispers. So much for getting the flush out of my cheeks.
"Thank you," I manage not to stutter. He pecks my lips before pulling me into the living room. As soon as we sit, the doorbell rings. What is it, Go Visit Kaysie Day?
Sighing, I stand and walk to the front door, opening it to see a tall, brown haired girl standing on our doorstep. She's dressed in a camouflage tank top and camouflage shorts with a pair of pretty green sandals. She has pretty tan skin and bright blue eyes. I've never seen her before.
"Hi," she speaks in a strong southern voice.
"Hi," I reply, confused as to why she's standing on my front porch.
"I'm Stasia. I just moved in," she points to yet another house that's being moved into. Is summer just the time to move?
"Oh, well I could've brought you a housewarming gift or something. I'm so sorry. I didn't even notice," I say. "Would you like to come in?" Oh, I shouldn't have said that. My mother is here. That wouldn't be pretty.
"No, thanks," she answers, much to my relief and disappointment. I really want to know this gi. She reminds me a little bit of Sadie. "I've got to get home. It's late, but I know John Luke's grandparents love next door to you-"
"You know John Luke?" I ask her. She nods.
"Yeah. We grew up together. Our families have been friends forever. I just moved to this neighborhood, but I've gone to the same school with them since pre-k," Stasia says with a huge grin.
"Oh. John Luke's here if you want to see him," I tell her and her face brightens.
"Yes! I would love to, if you don't mind," she clasps her hands together in excitement. I then my head to call for my boyfriend.
"Yeah?"
"Come here for a second," I yell back. Soon, he's trotting over to my with fumbling legs. "What's wrong?"
"I hit my knee on the bathroom doorway. I'm fine," he stumbles to my side and I giggle. "Hush."
"I'm usually the clumsy one," I say, looking up at him. He smiles down at me, no doubt getting lost in the moment as much as I am. He lifts a hand to brush my hair back behind my ear.
"You're rubbing off on me," he says.
"You've been hanging around me too long," I tease.
"No time with you will ever be too long," he whispers, leaning down to press a chaste kiss to my lips.
A throat clears, bringing me out of my trance. I gently touch my lips where John Luke kissed me as we turn to face Stasia. John Luke smirks when he catches me fawning over the kiss.
"Hey, Stasia. What are you doing here?" John Luke gives her a small hug, and I force the pang of jealousy down. Just friends.
"We're moving in next door," Stasia answers.
"Why'd you move?"
"There just wasn't enough room in the other house," she shrugs. "Well," she says after a small pause. "I should be getting back. It was good seeing you and meeting you."
"You, too," John Luke and I say in unison. She walks off the steps and I close the door, looking up at John Luke. He drops his lips to mine and wraps his arms around my waist.
"Can you two seriously not go one minute without touching each other?" My mother's voice nags in my ears and I pull away from my boyfriend.
"You don't get to do that," I clench my teeth together and say harshly.
"Do what?" My mother looks shocked.
"Act like you care all of the sudden," I answer, walking to the kitchen island.
"I do care."
"Oh, is that what you were telling Harris when you were fooling around with him after work?" I snarl. The reaso for my mom's divorce was because she cheated. Dad claimed to us kids that it was because they grew apart. Yeah. I saw those late nights where Mom would come he at midnight and kiss the guy goodbye. She had to sneak into her own house. Real sneaky.
"Kay An-"
"My name is Kaysie to you." I know she's my mom, but she's angering me. "Don't try to deny anything, Mom. I know."
"Kaysie, I do care."
"Bull! If you cared, you wouldn't have cheated. If you cared, you would've spent more time with me. If you cared, you would've realized that Hailey was murdered! If you cared, you would know what my favorite color is, when I started my period, what my favorite school subject is, who my favorite band is, who my boyfriend is, what my favorite show is, what my favorite book is. Do you know any of that?" I'm screaming and crying but I don't care.
"Yes."
"Then, what?" I demand.
"Your favorite color is pink." She sounds sure.
"Green." John Luke jumps in before I can.
"Your favorite subject is Science."
"English." John Luke does it again.
"Your favorite book is Twilight."
"To Kill A Mockingbird," John Luke mumbles.
"You're boyfriend is Johnathan."
"John Luke," my boyfriend corrects.
"You started in sixth grade."
"Seventh," I growl. "Hailey would know all of that. Heck, Hunter would know all of that. Because he was the one I called when you didn't answer your phone in seventh grade! It was winter break, remember? You were 'stranded at work' and Dad was grocery shopping. I was with Jackson- my ex who tried to rape me- and I called Hunter because 'you're phone died', remember? Speaking of Jackson, Hunter came to the rescue for that one, too. Dad was at the bank and you were, Hm let me think, at work! You never cared! You didn't care even after Jackson. You didn't believe me! You thought I was lying about the whole thing when you got home and the cops were there. You didn't want me to press charges. You wanted me to keep dating him! Does that sound like a caring mother? No!" I slam my fists down on the island. "You never cared about me!" I scream, reaching my snapping point. I feel anger bubbling deep inside me. My vision is blurred by tears. Arms engulf me as I crumble to the floor. Deja vu hits like a ton of bricks. John Luke has comforted me before when I fell to the floor with tears. Shows how strong I am. I hear my mother trying to speak to me. "Go away! I don't want you here! Leave! You never cared!" I repeat over and over until my mom's voice is gone and strong arms are pulling me into a warm, comfortable chest. I shift positions until I'm laying sideways. John Luke rubs my back as I take a few deep breaths.
After what feels like forever, I sit up and wipe my face.
"I'm sorry this keeps happening," I croak. John Like shakes his head, pulling me into a hug. I rest my head in the crook of his neck.
"Don't apologize. I just wish I could get you away from all of this, baby. You deserve so much more. Better than all of this."
I pull back and smile.
"I got the best boyfriend in the world," I say.
"I got the best girlfriend in the world." He kisses me. "You wanna spend the night at Miss Kay and Phil's?"
"Yes," I almost scream. He chuckles, standing and pulling me up. "We ca sleep in the basement."
"You know we should really throw a party down there one day."
"We are. Phil and Miss Kay are going on their 'honeymoon' next weekend," John Luke says.
"What, the Hawaii trip wasn't enough?" I joke and he shrugs.
"What Miss Kay wants-" He starts.
"Miss Kay gets."