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Rose was quiet the entire drive home and somehow I knew I was gonna get it when we got to my house. No doubt in my mind Rose had told my parents what happened which is why they probably sent her to pick me up, so they didn't have to deal with me. At least it spared me an hour before I got my ass ripped. Calum is sat in the backseat being his usual quiet self but every know and then I see him smirk at me. Things between us have been so smooth lately even despite the fact he knows I like him and I just didn't want it to change.

As we pulled onto my street, the anxious feeling began to bubble up in my chest like lava. I'm sure my mother would be waiting with some sort of angry remark about how I ruined my reputation or reflected my parents badly, per usual. Every time I got in trouble it was always the same damn song and dance. She was so worried how other people saw me, no, her and that they'd think ill about us. I didn't really care. I just wanted to live my fucking life and if people didn't like me they could just piss off but not my mother. She liked to be by the book and I say fuck the book. What's the point in living our own lives if we can't be unique?

Rose parked the car in the driveway just as I was becoming angrier at the inevitable fact I was going to get in trouble. I climbed from the car to grab my things and help Calum with his things. Just as I was teaching for the handle of Calum's bag, his hand reached out also and landed on top of mine. I smiled at him while he pulled his hand away quickly, averting his eyes elsewhere. I pulled the bag from the trunk, shutting it and headed up the driveway with Calum following me.

With our intial entrance into the house not attracting my parents, I hurried Calum up the stairs in hopes of escaping but to no avail. Calum made it further than I did but my mum caught me halfway up with her shrill voice. I silently ordered Calum to go up to his room while I was downstairs getting in trouble.

"Michael Gordon Clifford!" My mum called again and with a sigh I traipsed back down the stairs.

"Coming!" I yelled out so she didn't think I was ignoring her while I made my way into our "family" area. She looked beyond pissed and I had no choice but to ready myself for the storm of anger I was about to get.

"What the hell are you doing fighting? Do you understand the trouble your father and I go to to just get you into that camp then you get sent home for fighting?" She shrieked angrily and I couldn't help but roll my eyes at how ridiculous she was being. My mum continued to stare me down with an evil scowl while she waited for my response but I really had nothing to say to her. Jason deserved what I gave him and I had the best time at Regis so in my eyes there really wasn't any harm done.

"Sorry." I muttered not really meaning it but if it would get my mum to stop talking then it was worth a try.

"Damn right you are sorry, I'm taking all video games and television privileges away until further notice." She bit sternly and I faked like I was actually upset about that, making her feel satisfied. My mother knew nothing about me obviously if she didn't know that taking away my television privileges would hinder me none at all.

"Ugh whatever mum." I groaned and was silently dismissed to go to my room. Okay so it didn't go as badly as I expected it to thank god but I still left the room completely annoyed. I slammed my bedroom door shut as a million things began to flood my mind, making me angrier with each passing moment.

Seriously? My parents had to work "so hard" to get me into Regis? I really highly doubt that. I was a decent person and guitar player and I'm pretty sure as long as my parents paid the fee, I was in the program. It's so ridiculous how my mum makes me feel like I'm such a burden on their lives. Maybe I am. Maybe I did ruin everything but hey it's not my fault they had me in the first place. Sometimes I wish I could've been adopted or born to parents that loved me at least. Yeah okay maybe I have it good with the huge house, nice car and a maid but those are material things. All those things don't matter if I'm not loved or allowed to love someone back. God I fucking hate it here. I just want to be away from my parents and maybe never see them again so that we can both live the lives we want.