Badboy Got Me Hard

Chapter 3: What? That's bad news!

"Hi honey! You home?" As soon as I take a step in my house, I hear my mom's voice run through my ears.

"Hey mom! And yeah." I say casually, lacking the enthusiasm in my tone.

"What happened, sweety? Are you okay? How was school?" My mom loads me up with 50 questions in a mere second.

I sigh deeply, "I don't want to talk about it, mom." I huff and take off my shoes and head upstairs.

"Oh okay, if you want to talk, I'm always here!" My mom reassures me, we'll try's.

"Oh and honey! We're going to a festival this weekend and our neighbours are coming with us!" My mom says excitedly. Wait what? Holy crap!

"WAIT! Which neighbours, mom?" I ask.

"The new ones, of course!" My mom gives me a toothy grin. Oh crap. Crap. Crap. WHY?! I swear life hates me! Great, now I'm stuck with an ass for the weekend! Totally Awesome, awesome!

"Um mom? Do I-"

"Yes, you have to go." My mom says in a serious stone, with a blank expression. Woah, what's with moms being mind readers, I swear. My face instantly drops, and all the hope fades away.

I roll my eyes, "But we barely even know the neighbours! We can't just invite them to tag along with us! And besides-" I say, although my mom cuts me off...again. Urghh! I hate when people do that!

"Sure we do! I invited them over today, well only Mr. and Mrs.Skylar.ap and their actually very nice, they were already planning on going to the festival, and I had extra tickets from my work, so I gave it to them! And that's when we planned that'd we could go together. Their son was at school of course, and he goes to the same school as you, doesn't he?" She says running her fingers through my brunette hair. I just nod.

"And they also invited us for dinner, tomorrow!" My mom tries to cheer me up. No mom, that just made it even worse. I just fake smile and go to my room.

I change into a red cami and some shorts. Ah, the feel of comfy clothes...I put on some music and just lay on my bed. Shake it off, by Taylor Swift plays. It instantly cheers me up. I just lay their wonder-struck and close my eyes.

"Hey, Mia! Miaaa!" I hear an awfully familiar voice. I open my eyes and sit up, as pause the music and look over to my side, only to see Austin leaning on his window-sill and that smirk plastered to his face. I roll my eyes and go back to listening my music. He can't even get my name right! He's just a waste of time.

"Are you ignoring me, or are you naturally disordered?" He says. I still ignore him and listen to my music. "Fine then, I'll stay right here and call your name, until you speak." He says.

"Go ahead, you can't get my name right!" I say, turning over to him.

"Sure I can, it's Mia, isn't it? But I know your name starts with a m, for sure." He says.

"Wrong!" I say loud and clear. "But yeah the letter is m, and no more clues!"

"Megan?"

"Wrong again!"

"Melissa?"

"Ha, I'm enjoying this too much." I say. And I actually mean it.

"Mary?" I shake my head.

"Marlissa?"

"No."

"Michelle?"

"Wrong."

"Maria?"

"Nope." I say popping the 'p'.

"Milly? Molly? Macy? I don't know! I give up!" He shouts."What the fuck is your name? I've like stated every name that starts with a 'm' In History!" He says, frustratedly running a hand through his dark brown-almost black hair.