I'm The Good Girl, He's The Bad Boy. Your Typical Love Story...I Think Not

Chapter 8

I'm The Good Girl, He's The Bad Boy. Your Typical Love Story...I Think Not

Chapter 8:

I sigh and ignore my mum as she places a plate filled with pancakes on the table in front of me. "Honey please eat something, do something," her nurturing voice asks me in a pleading tone. I turn away and see the displeased look my dad sends towards me. You can say my parents aren't that happy. Leaving in the morning without telling them, getting my car towed away because it was apparently in the no parking zone at the hospital, and refusing to leave from the hospital. Well you can say I just landed myself in jail and there's no 'get out of jail' pass. I hate this so much. They're constricting me inside this house. In other terms I'm grounded for life. Doesn't that sound so cliche. But it might as well be true. On the weekdays my parents wake me up like a little child, make sure I eat breakfast like a little child, and drop me off at school again like a little child. After school's over my mom picks me up like a little child and forces me to do my homework while watching her work. Than she'll check my homework, like a little child, to make sure I did everything before finally we head on home to dinner. At home, I can't use my cellphone, no computer, and no TV unless it's with them. I have to go to sleep at exactly 9:30. It's horrible and it even gets more worse. On the weekends, they force me to go with them to different places to apparently have 'fun.' Like just this Sunday, after my parents found out where I was, they told me we're taking a trip down to Grandma's over the weekend. Oh joy, I thought as I recalled my last visit at the old bat's house. My grandma hates me. I think that's because I'm not popular or blonde like her know-it-all bitchy granddaughter aka my younger cousin, Brianna. I hate her. She's like one of those blonde cheerleaders who love sex and boys. They're too dumb for their own good yet they're somehow smart. Stupid, I know. And worst thing is she hates me. I don't know what I did but I guess it's fair since I hate her guts too. And whenever my parents tell me we're going to grandma's it means another family reunion. Oh lovely. Our family reunions are filled with bad food, cheesy jokes, horrible hospitality, grandma's bitchin', and my whiny, annoying cousins. See they're horrible.

And you might be thinking I'm having a horrible week. Well yeah I am. First of all I'm not even allowed outside my house unless it's mom's work or school. Second of all I can't Kane because of the first reason. Third of all, I tried texting him but he didn't reply which means he's obviously still at the hospital. Mom and dad are relived that Kane's coming here to our home is postponed. God knows why. Now you might be thinking 'but you said you had a perfect family and household.' Well in a way I do but that all comes with over protective parents. I normally am a happy loving girl, who loves their parents and would do anything for them but not this week. I've never been grounded this seriously before and frankly it's ticking me off. And it doesn't help that I'm grounded for two weeks. Two weeks of their horrible torture methods being inflicted upon me. Two weeks of enduring the nerd who works at the Art Gallery and his constant flirting that is actually too cheesy and corny and every other bad word there is in the English vocabulary. I might as well die.

"Dad, just this once can I-" "No," my dad cuts me off before flipping his newspaper. I sigh. It was worth the try...but I'm got giving up till I find out how he is. Just thinking about him and his muscular face makes me all tingly. "I'm done," I announce as I throw the dishes in the sink and head back upstairs. "Well get ready because we're leaving in 10," my mom yells. "Whatever," I mumble as I head into my bedroom.

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"Bye mom," I grumble as I slam the door shut and before she can even say another word I'm off to my locker. Stuffing my textbooks in, I sigh as I feel something being thrown at my head. I turn around to see Mikey Jones, the football team captain laughing his ass off. He threw a football at me. Idiot. I pick it up and now a few bystanders are watching me curiously. "Today's not the day to mess with me Mikey," I tell him in my menacing voice as I throw the football right at his nuts. I smirk as I hear the groan and he collapses on the floor. What a pu**y, I thought as I let out a satisfied sigh. Aah Mikey you just made my day better, I thought heading off to homeroom.

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I sit down underneath the big willow in the school's front yard as I eat my lunch. Looking around at the beautiful nature scene ruined by the jocks and the cheerleaders along with the other populars chilling there. I take out my iPod and stuff it in my ears listening to some music. As I look at the friends hanging out I feel a sense of loneliness. My best friend, Matt is unfortunately not here today since he has the flu. He had called the house last night to inform me. Sucks for me because now i'm currently friendless at the moment. Gosh, I sound like such a loser, I thought.

I closed my eyes trying to relax when I heard someone laugh really close to me. I open my eyes and see.....