Oblivious To Him

Chapter 18 - Perfect Timing

I rolled over in my bed for the hundredth time as I tried to fall back asleep.

It was nearly 4 in the morning, and an hour of counting sheep had done nothing to help.

To say the call with my mother had gone well would be an outrageous lie.

She had completely freaked out on me, and for the first time in my life, she actually yelled at me. My mother and I are close. Like Lorelai and Rori close, and I had just royally messed it up.

To be fair, I did lie to her about what I did every day, forged her and dad's signature a couple of times and went against something she believes in. I pretty much just entered my rebellious stage and lost the trust of my parents.

My mom couldn't leave her job early, so I still had about another week and a half before she gets back in town and tries to inevitably pull me out of school. I was grounded and not allowed to go back but she wasn't here so there was no way she could stop me.

I had two weeks left of high school and I couldn't waste another minute worrying about stupid boys. I needed to prove to my mother that public school was not going to ruin me, but actually help me get into the college of my dreams.

I decided to give up on sleep altogether and so I kicked off the covers and got up.

I walked upstairs and into the kitchen and put on a pot of coffee.

I needed to formulate a plan on how I was going to convince a very stubborn woman into letting me stay enrolled. It was one stupid class and I was going to hold onto it with every tooth and nail that I have. I have already made more friends in the span of two weeks than I have for the entirety of my childhood.

I was done being protected and sheltered by my mother and these last three weeks without her have given me a breath of freedom I didn't know I needed.

I plugged in the string of fairy lights that were bottled up in a big jug on the counter and let the warm light seep into the room. I plopped my note pad, calendar and day planner onto the countertop and organized them in a neat row in front of me.

It was like I was planning for war, and I honestly kind of liked it.

I poured myself a cup of coffee and sat down on the bar stool and got to work.

. . . . . . .

I read the list over again for the 10th time and made sure that every detail was perfect.

I sat back in my chair and smiled, I had done it.

I had come up with a full-proof plan to ensure that my mother couldn't pull me out of school. I looked over at the time and saw that I had about an hour to get to class. I quickly rushed through my routine and hopped onto my Vespa with a sense of urgency.

I needed to get to class early so that my plan could get kick started into motion.

As I drove to school I thought about how my priorities have changed completely in the span of a couple of hours.

I was no longer going to bother trying to figure out if Austin was Guy or not. The chances were slim in the first place and if it was meant to be then it would be. It was an unnecessary distraction. Boys are like buses, if you miss one, another one is right down the road. And my bus was arriving in about a week so freaking out about it wasn't doing me any good.

I pulled into the parking lot and hopped off of Sunshine.

I walked to the theater with purpose and reveled in the sound of my boots leaving confidant echoes throughout the empty hallway. I pushed open the door and made my way towards Mrs. Dervis's office.