ONE CHANCE

Chapter 21

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I stare at my parents with wide eyes. This is bad timing, very bad timing. I look like I have a hangover...oh wait, I do. Their smiles disappear and their eyes scan over my appearance then over to Amy, Harry and Bryce. Oh this does not look good for any of us.

The one night I let myself go, my parents decide to make a surprise appearance at my door without any warning.

I look at Amy and Harry who are still in just their towels then at Bryce who lays on my bed, their eyes wide and mouths open. I don't think I've ever seen the group so shocked.

"Hi Mum, Dad." I say trying to compose myself but how can I when I look like this? My parents raise their eyebrows at me. They both stare intently at me, silently judging me and I am waiting for my mum to make a comment.

"So this is how you've been spending your time at college?" My mother eyes me, her voice laced with disappointment.

"If you're talking about studying then yes that's how I've been spending it." I tell her, its not a lie well not fully. M mother pushes past me walking into my dorm, her eyes skimming through the room.

"Oh please Cecilia Grace, I'm not stupid," She turns to face me, "You don't look like that unless you've been drinking."

I say nothing.

"Hanging with boys as well I see." She says looking at Bryce and Harry.

"Um, Harry's with me." Amy says.

"Oh and you must be the one that sleeps with the two of them." My mother scoffs. Amy's eyes narrow at her, turning dark.

"Mum." I say. My mother turns to look at me with innocence. I roll my eyes. Pathetic, so like my mother to do something like this.

"Actually I'll have you know I haven't slept with anyone." Amy says walking up to my mother, her tall frame towering over her. My eyes widen. I'm sure all of us would've thought she's slept with many. I mean she just showered with Harry...

"Oh please, you're not fooling me." My mother laughs. I put my head in my hands, this and my headache are getting worse by the second. I turn to look at my father; he continues to stand at the door, not saying a word.

"I haven't." Amy speaks, her tone is already lacing with anger. Harry grabs her hand and pulls her back a little.

"You're standing in just your towel and so is this young man and you're telling me you haven't sleep with someone?" My mother remarks and I mentally pray that she'll just shut up or even better that Amy will shut her up. "Look at yourself, you have tattoos, piercings, you're a sleaze." She clarifies and I step forward just as my father does.

"Tracey, I think that's enough." My father speaks.

"Excuse me? Who are you to label me that?" Amy questions, yanking her hand from Harry's. "No one, that's who. You think you can walk into my dorm and call me a sleaze and falsely claim that I have slept with heaps of guys? How old are you? 15? No, you are a grown woman."

"Well I'm just saying, you're appearance describes you perfectly."

"Don't judge a book by its cover." Amy says quietly, her face close to mother's. I look at Bryce who is looking just as pissed as Harry and Amy are.

"Well, I don't want my daughter hanging around you." My mother says just as quietly.

"That's not your choice to make."

"It is actually, I control what my daughter does and who she sees."

"Not here you don't," Amy says, smirking.