“This behavior is embarrassing,” My mother snarled. My eyes rolled in response. Obviously, she was still angry with me. “You need to get yourself together, I’m not putting up with this all week, are we clear?”
“No, I don’t think we are,” I challenged, and her eyebrows rose up. “You’re supposed to be my mother, yet you’re not acting like it,” She huffed in a way that insisted that she was offended.
“And what could possibly make you think that?” She snapped, to which I scoffed. She must’ve been truly oblivious.
“Let’s start with the fact that you’re caring about your image to the Cole’s right now more than your daughter’s well-being,” I responded. She looked away with a sigh, her shoulders slumping.
“It’s not that,” She said in a huff. “I just...want to make a good impression,” My lips pinched together in a thin line as I nodded sarcastically.
“Right, a good image,” I replied in a snarky tone. “Like that’s so impossible for you to achieve, and it’s dependent on my behavior,”
“You know, not everyone is shallow enough to make his or her opinions out of our income,” She bit back at me.
“I’m not saying your income,” I rolled my eyes. “What you do in the media’s eyes isn’t exactly a secret,” She shrugged in defeat, her eyes rolling.
“Okay, Indiana, whatever you say, but just stop acting like a spoiled brat,” She began to turn out of my room.
“So sorry I’ve been such an inconvenience for you,” I shouted as she closed the door. Once it was properly shut, I let out a long breath. Arguing with my mother was always a feat. She had to be right every time, no matter what. It was a true struggle let me tell you.
Finishing the treacherous journey that was fighting my mom, all I wanted to do was take a shower and go to bed, yet the music drifting in from my balcony told me to do otherwise. So, I opened my balcony doors and poked my head, only to see a multitude of lights from all the way down the beach, the music following. It was a concert, and from the sound of the music, it was an old rock band. A grin etched its way onto my lips. This night wasn’t going to be ruined by her.
It wasn’t long before I had loaded a small purse with my phone and emergency money. Peering down the hallway, I slipped out of my bedroom and down the stairs.
“Where do you think you’re going?” My dad stopped me at the bottom of the stairs. My shoulders slumped.
“Out,” I strictly responded. He scoffed.
“Out where?” He pushed further. My eyes instinctively rolled.
“If you must know, there’s a band playing down the beach,” I replied, narrowing my eyes.
“No,” He snapped, turning on his heels. I bit my lip sharply. I wasn’t in the mood to deal with his strict attempt at parenting.
“I wasn’t asking for your opinion,” I told him, honestly. And with that, I turned around before he could reply. Obviously, as the hot-headed person he is, I would get severely punished later, yet I could only hope he had drank a bit too much wine at dinner and forgotten this.
As I stormed through the rooms, I saw Blane curiously watching me. My middle finger was promptly stuck up as I walked past and I didn’t even stay to see his reaction.
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Like A Bad Boy
Teen Fiction//and, yeah, maybe he's bad, but when he smiles, i only see the good in him//
