HATING TO LOVE THE BAD BOY

chapter 14

loriannes pov

my mom and I spend the rest our time in the mall . And we shop around for the most random things, we just bought something called a brop , it's a broom and with a push of a button it turns into a mop , convenient right ? well if you're as lazy as we are then yes very convenient .

we decided to go lunch at scooters a small chain restaurant in the city and a good one at that . my mom and I literally started having dinner here every night when she got divorced , and it's been a long time since I've been here . I'm welcomed by the smell of meat grilling back in the kitchen as the waiter ushers us to our table in the middle of the restaurant, and takes our orders . my mom and I sit in silence as we wait for our food .

The waiter finally comes back with our food and I don't hesitate to take a huge bite out of my burger I've missed the sweet and tangy sauce they always use, and I miss the gooey hot cheese oozing out as you take your first bite and the juicy burger pattie that makes you feel complete . it is an amazing feeling and I've truly missed it .

"good ?" my mom asks dunking a french fry into her milkshake and taking a bit from it . " always is " I respond and nod to emphasise my point. "soooo " she pulls a huge grin and plays with her eyebrows " I was wondering if you wanted to go to a dinner party with me ?it's work related but the invitation requires us to bring our kids" she stops but she looks like she wants to say something " what's the catch ?" I ask .. she bites her burger and fills her mouth " you have to wear a dress" she says in a muffled tone , " what ? " I ask not because I didn't hear her but because she wants me to wear a freaking dress ! .. she swallows and repeats " you have to wear a dress" .

my mind can't even process what she's asking me to do , but then I remember something that might help me " I don't have a dress " I smirk at my response " too bad , we'll just have to go shopping for one" my smirk disappears.

"but I'm tired " I try and argue ." not gonna work " she smiles widely . we finish our food and we leave to go find a dress

CHAD'S POV

I hear some sounds in the kitchen , it's either my mom or her -- husband or the one of the maids .

"chad ? " my mom walsks in startled by my presence "I'm sorry , I-I didn't expect you in so uhm early " she looks at the fire and the rod in my hand that I was using to make sure every paper burnt . "ok" I respond not wanting to start a conversation "so your father told me that you said you'd come with us tomorrow ? ".

"my father ? are you fucking kidding me ? "

" Chad please , I'm not going to have this conversation now " she's fucking joking right ?

" so I heard you agreed to come with me tomorrow . " she walks over to me and sits on the floor right beside me .

" thank you , it means a lot to me that you agreed . you've been --distant . " she pauses . oh god no don't , don't , no , no , no and she starts crying ... -_-

I reach in for a hug and I hold her tight with her head on my shoulder. I hate seeing her this way , I know how I act is wrong but my whole life is wrong I'm fucked up and I know it .

my mom crying like this makes me hate myself more than I already do . I'm fucked up and it's hurting the people around me .

" sssshhhhh " I try to calm her down " I'm okay , don't worry about me " she lets go of me and she starts to wipe away her tears .

" I'm sorry " you better be, for messing up my clothes with your never ending fountain of water " I'm a bad parent and I just don't want you to hate me " . no, no I don't hate you how could she think that.

" I don't hate you , you are crapy parent but I don't hate you " she smiles and gives me a hug . okay enough of this I don't do hugs . " well then " she pulls away again " you need to wear a suit , I'm sure you have plenty that still fit you ."... oh my god is she fucking kidding me ? Isn't it enough that I agreed to go ? .

" Okay " I nod and she smiles again I swear I will kill her if she leans in for another hug ... and she hugs me again . what the fuck is wrong with this woman , what is it today ? "Make Chad feel outrageously uncomfortable day " ? .

LORIANNE'S POV

my mom and I finally decided on what kind of dresses to buy , she bought a long purple fitted , strapless dress with a sweet heart neck and a low cut back . whoa watch out world mama got sass .

And I , uhm well I bought a black dress . well it's not very detailed . it's just black and it stops right under my knees . and I have to learn how to walk in stilettos .

I don't know why I agreed to go . maybe I should not go . It's not my kind of scene anyway , I've been to one of those events before , at first they say it's a small dinner party then baaaaam it's a 20th century victorian ball . filled with rich and distinguished people . many of which I'd think would be a lot less snobby if they didn't have all that money .

we leave the mall at about 7 : 50 pm and we pull into the driveway of our house at 8: 10 pm ... we unload all of the shopping bags out of the car and I carry a few in to the house while my mom locks the car .

when I open the door there is a paper under the door with some writing on it . I put the bags down and I pick it up to read what it says .

Please call me , we need to talk 555-98673

my mom walks in behind me . carrying a few bags . "Lorianne ? what's that?" she asks nosey as ever " I don't know , I hand her the note and she reads it .

she turns crimson and I don't know why . " it's carl , he must have come around when we were out " . " carl ? who's carl? " she flushes again .

" some guy from work , he's in the finance department ." oh my god " why do you need to talk? " I smirk at her prying her for information . " I don't know I'm sure it's nothing " she pretty much looks like a tomato now "how do you know it's him ? he only left a number " she looks at the wall and she's smiling like an idiot " well , I've had his number for a while . I got it from darcy and I must have memorised it or someone . you know how I am " I can't help but laugh at her " mom , you have to look at my birth certificate every week to remember my birthday " .

she starts laughing like a teenage girl and after a while we end up on the couch talking about carl .

" call him " I suggest " you think I should ?"

"yes , I'm going to bed , you better call him "

she nods assuring me that she will call him . and I make my way upstairs to sleep . it's late and it's past my bed time . not that I have a bed time , sure you don't my subconscious throws in . will she ever shut up ?