Not Exactly Cliché

Chapter 4

     I wake up to see my mom sitting in the window seat, looking at me with a sad expression. I know what's wrong yet I still feel the need to ask about it. But I know that it would be better if I don't, because I wouldn't want to talk about it either. It's a hard thing to think about and my mom came to me so I wouldn't say anything. I would sit there and cuddle with her without talking, so I scoot over and pat the empty bed space. She comes over and lays down next to me. Neither of us look at each other, we just hold hands and stare at the ceiling. I don't know how long we're like that, all I know is that right when I'm falling asleep my mom just barely whispers; "I miss him so much..."

      I woke up the next morning aand she was gone. She had probably gone back to her room when I fell asleep. I hope she's doing okay. I know that she took it the hardest out of Kyle, Her, and I.

     I shower and slip on some leggings and an off the shoulder t-shirt. Since we were going shopping today I wanted to wear an easy on and off outfit. I can't remember if they said the party was today or tomorrow so I'm going to have to ask, but I'll bring my make up and straightener just in case. Putting on my contacts and some mascara I grab my stuff before heading down stairs. When I walk into the kitchen I can feel the heavyness in the room radiating from my mom like heat waves from the sun. For once Kyle is already up and eating while shooting looks from mom to me. I shrug and grab a granola bar and a cup of milk before sitting on the counter and opening the wrapper and dipping the crumbly bar into the creamy white goodness.

     "That's disgusting Lana." Kyle says wrinkling his nose. I've always loved eating this, I dont know why but it's so good.

     "I don't care what you think. And hurry up I'm about to leave you here." I walk over to my mom and hug her. When I kiss her cheek I whisper "Don't think about it too much. Love you." ahead of walking out to the car. When Kyle gets in I speed of to school, hoping that my mom will start to feel better. 

     "Hey Alana baby." I hear someone whipser in my ear as I sit down in English.

     Why can't this guy take a hint?

     "Don't call me that." I hiss back, opening my notebook and copying this weeks vocabulary.

     "Why not? Oh wait can I call you Lany? How about Al? Ohh I like Al." Chuckling he sits back ignoring my scoff. I continue to write, trying not to notice how close his leg is to mine and how he smells like mint chocolate. My favorite. You know I think we have some mint chocolate ice cream at home. I'll have to check later. Oh yeah, I forgot I have to go with the group to go shopping after school today. Maybe we can get Chinese! Oh I just love food man...

     My thoughts of food are interrupted when I get poked repeatedly in the side. "Psst." Tristian says. "Hey, you done daydreaming? I'm bored, we should go."

     I try to sit there and ignore him, but he won't stop! "Hey Al, lets go already! Oh I know how to make you agree." He slides his hand down my back and around to my stomach, while scooting just a little bit closer to me. His hand lifts and goes down to my knee before gliding its way up my barely clothed thigh. Stupid leggings. I lift my hand and smack his, making a loud 'tsssh' noise go through the room. Everyone looks around trying to find the source while Tristian sits there with a pout, rubbing his now red hand.

     "Students! You need to focus on your assignments!! Now get back to work!"

     Tristian, being the pesterer he is, keeps poking and touching me,  making me and a couple of other girls annoyed. But where my anger is pointed toward him, theirs is pointed toward me. Its not my fault he wants to bother me! I'd switch places wih them right now if they wanted.