Blinded by Perfection

35- Dinner Dates

Chapter 35 | Dinner Dates

I've had writers block lately, but I'm still trying to update very often! This qotc is a bit different. What are some good books on Wattpad? I want to read a book but there's too many to choose from! Not my image.

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I jiggle the keys in the lock, giving a frustrated sound as they unsuccessully fit for the second time. Growling directly at the stubborn key, I roughly jam it in, only stopping my pushing when I hear the satisfying click.

When I step inside the apartment, you can say my mother is surprised to say the least. I push open the door, expecting to be met with a casual hello, but instead my greeting is a spatula aimed directly at my face.

"Mom!" I shout, mouth agape as I dumbfoundedly stare at the makeshift weapon she is 'defending' herself with.

"Whoops! I'm sorry," she apologizes profusely, her dark blue eyes protruded. We are both flabbergasted to see each other apparently, though for very different reasons.

Quickly putting the kitchen tool to her side, she regains her composure as she walks back into the kitchen."I thought you were still at Taylor's," she explains, her voice muffled by the walls now separating us.

Speaking of Taylor, I'll have to thank her for covering for me on the spot like that. I'm glad her acting worked, because if it didn't I would probab- most definitely be in so much trouble, and as a matter of fact so would she.

"Still, you usually don't try and hit me with a spatula when I come home," I counter, meanwhile kneeling down on the floor to greet Sultan. He whines happily when I get onto his level, slimy tongue licking my nose in excitement as I pet his scruff.

"I heard the doorknob jiggling, and the news has made me paranoid lately," she explains, returning from the depths of the kitchen to lean against it's doorway.

This isn't the first time my mom has been freaked out over something on the news. I don't know why she still watches it if all it's going to do is scare her. I tell this to her every time it happens and get her to agree with me that she should stop watching, but then she'll continue watching the next day. I swear, if she didn't live with me and my dad she would watch the news with a bowl of popcorn and then get so freaked out she would sleep with all of the lights on.

"What was on the news this time?" I ask through a sigh, shaking my head at her unordinary phobia. I guess I can't really judge though because I'm a teenager still afraid of the dark.

"Didn't you hear? There was an anonymous report about some psycho who's supposedly on the loose in our city. They're investigating as we speak. Can you believe that? Can't be too careful nowadays."

My hands freeze on Sultan's fluffy pelt, the rest of my body following suit. That scenario seemed oddly familiar, but it couldn't possibly have anything to do with me. Axel, Sam, Carolynn, Taylor, and definitely Noah didn't even tell anyone what happened. However, I want to get more on this topic so I'm not ignorant if the news of the Black Hoodie is out there.

"Did the report happen to say what he looked like or wore?" I ask, attempting to edge a nonchalant tone in my voice.

She shudders as if the memory of the story makes her itch. "They're still trying to determine if what the letter says is true, but if I remember correctly it said the guy dressed in a black hoodie. The description isn't the best though, because it's pretty common to own a black hoodie. Why?"

I shrug my shoulders, my eyes darting to the left."Just curious."

There's a short silence between us afterwards, but that's quickly broken when she eyes my loaded backpack.