Not So Star-Crossed

CH 2: Lord T.J De La Pole

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Rothwell Private Academy Boarding School. St. Xavier limo. Seaview, Connecticut.  Sunday, September 1st.  10:05am

"I know Christina! They grow up so fast. I may need to get a Mani Pedi when we get back. My cuticles_"

"_No Jim don't make any changes until I get in to Tokyo tomorrow_ Then stall! If my team of ill-equipped assistants even go near my desk I'm firing each and_"

I turned up the volume of my music and leaned my head against the cool leather seats of the limo we had been driving in for over 2 hours. If you thought attending elitist parties was bad you should try and share a limo with my parents.

"Mr. and Mrs. St. Xavier we're pulling in now." Chad, our designated family limo driver poked his head out of the driver's cabinet and for once during this whole trip my parents' eyes left their phones.

"Already?! I feel like we just left. I've barely had the chance to speak to Ava." My mother whined and my father only continued his phone call with Jim.

Well mom if you stopped talking about your cuticles with Christina then maybe you could have!

"Ava! Hon_" My mother started snapping her fingers in front of my face no doubt assuming I wasn't able to hear with my music on. So, with an annoyed roll of my eyes I plucked an ear bud out of my ear and glared at her.

"Yes mother?" I say with fake enthusiasm just as my dad ended his call.

"Ava your mother and I wanted to talk to you about school this year." My father said in his stern business like voice and I had a feeling this wasn't going to be good.

"I'm still attending Rothwell, right?" I ask sarcastically, already well aware that the limo was pulling through the notorious black gated R that protected the institution that was Rothwell Private Academy boarding school.

"Well of course you are! It's the best prep school in the county!" My mother put a hand on her chest appalled as to why I could ever think differently. She never really caught on to my sarcasm.

"We just don't want a repeat of last year." My father's hazel eyes eyed me wearily and my breath caught in my throat not wanting to have the conversation that was coming next.

"Dad what happened last year wasn't my fault." I admitted shuttering at the memories.

"You may not have been blamed but between you and Cecily I have a hard time believing that." My dad said slowly knowing that what he was saying was bound to hurt me as my matching hazel eyes locked on his with malice.

"She was my friend regardless of what she did. I'm not that person." I take the other ear bud out of my ear and cross my arms against my chest. I was so sick of having this same conversation.

"Honey we know that you aren't but we wouldn't blame you if you did. What Kam did to you was awful." My mother reached out to wrap her boney hand around mine but I pulled out of her grasp.

"I didn't do what you think I did and if you two would get off your phones for 5 seconds maybe you'd actually listen to me about what happened." I glared up at my now sympathetic looking parents.

Finally, my dad let out a long sigh, "It's not just about the truth. Its what people believe. You represent the St. Xavier name on that campus and that scandal last year nearly got you expelled."

And there you have it! The real reason they care!

"But it didn't because of the St. Xavier name." I respond coldly as my eyes go to my mother who's not even in the conversation anymore but texting on her phone.