Big Girls Don't Cry ✔️

What am I going to do?

Kelsey

Me and my big mouth, there was no way I could let Martin know about me. I knew what I had to do; that way, he didn't have to work with me, and I could keep my secret.

Towards the end of the day, I found him at his locker and decided to tell him.  It gets us both off the hook.

I walked up to him and tapped his shoulder. He turned and looked at me, annoyed.

"We don't have to work together. I'll think up of something about you, and you think of something about me," I suggested.

"And why would I want to do that?"  He looked at me questionably.

"Then you don't have to worry about being around me. Glad we had this talk," I said as I turned and started to walk away.

"Yeah, I don't think so," he answered as I stopped in my tracks.  I cringed at the fact; he wasn't taking the bait.

I slowly turned around and looked at him.  Martin would be cute if he weren't such a jerk.

"You wanted to work together, let's work together," he told me as he slammed his locker door shut. Well, shit.

We walked out to the parking lot and got into his car then we drove to my house. All I could think of is how the hell do I get out of this? Pray, that's what I will do and hope he never finds out.

We arrived at the home and got out of the car then walked into the house. My parents greeted him, and he looked at them strangely as if being friendly was a foreign concept to him. They left us alone in the living room so we could do some work together.

As we worked on the assignment, I noticed his attitude changed to even worse than at school. His answers were abrupt, and he seemed more irritated than before.

"Is there a reason why you're a bigger ass than you already are?" I asked him bluntly.

"Do you want to finish this?" He looked at me, annoyed.

"Yeah, I do."

"Then stop asking questions," he demanded.

"Jerk," I mumbled under my breath.

"What was that?" His head snapped in my direction.

"I called you a jerk," I responded bluntly.

He narrowed his eyes at me as a glare formed, "figures, coming from someone like you," he scoffed.

I looked at him, angrily, "what's that suppose to mean?"

"Nothing," he mumbled as he quickly gathered up his stuff.  I sat there and watched as he stood up and walked to the door.

"Where are you going?"  I asked a bit confused.

"Home" was the only word he managed before leaving and leaving me utterly confused.

*******
Martin

I left Kelsey's house and got into my car, driving home. I pulled up to a depilated house on the outskirts of town. It was by no means ritzy, that's for sure.  It was the only place I could afford being on my own.

I walked in and looked around, sighing at the fact, I was stuck here until I graduated. Whatever little money left to me, I made do with it.

I wish my parents were here. Things were better when they were.  I sure wouldn't be living in poverty like this, that's for damn sure.  Unfortunately, we don't always get what we want.  I learned that the hard way.

I remember the day someone pulled me from class. I was sixteen and told someone killed my parents in a robbery. My life fell apart that day. 

They caught the guy that did it, and I was sent to live with family members who only wanted the money. Half the time they didn't care about me, giving me the bare necessities, if that.  All they did was take my money.

After a couple of months, I left that nightmare and was able to get my hands on the money. Using fake I.D.'s helped.  By the time they got wise to what I had done, I was long gone and not in the same state.  I know they've been trying to find me, but it won't do any good. Soon I will be eighteen, and I don't have to worry. I need to keep my head down and mouth shut.

I made some food and sat down in a chair to eat. It wasn't much, but it worked.  I learned to survive on what I had.

I thought about Kelsey and her pretentious attitude. Must be nice to judge people when you come from a background like hers.  Like most of the kids, I went to school with, all of them were these snotty, pretentious assholes who cared more about the car they drove and what they wore instead of someone's feelings. 

I hated them all for it.

I got into fights at school; of course, they would call my house only to get a recording I had created to keep them from calling the cops.  Since I was a minor, the law doesn't look too kindly on kids living on their own.  It was sure in hell better than living with my asshole relatives who feel money is more important than people.

It's not because you can't take it with you when you die.  I sat there after eating, thinking about my parents. I missed them terribly.  They were good people, and some asshole took their life, only for a few measly dollars.  Some crackhead is looking to score some crack or heroin.

Thanks to that douche, not only did I lose people that gave a damn about me, but I ended up with people that didn't.  Life completely sucks.

Then you got people like Kelsey Miller who don't have a freaking clue what it's like to be in my kind of situation.  Maybe if she did, she would understand better, but then again I doubt it.

The question is, why did I even care what she thought and why was I even thinking about her, to begin with now?  Who the hell knows?

All I know is the sooner I get this assignment done, the sooner I can get on with my life and get the hell out of town.

Yeah, that's what Martin thinks.  I'm just going to leave it right here for you all to figure out what I got planned.