Arrest Me (Mature ZM)

Chapter 2

“What do you want?” I sighed. He only ever talked to me when he needed something, which was usually on Fridays.

“Don’t get snappy,” He held his hands up in defense. I rolled my eyes at his pathetic gesture. I could smell the assholish-ness coming off of him. “Are you coming to my party tonight?”

“No,” I said, avoiding his gaze.

“Well why not?”

“Cause you’re an asshole and I’m going to another party,” I smiled sweetly. A better party, I should have added but didn’t.

“Well, you should change your plans and come to my party.” He leaned against the wall with one shoulder. As sexy as I thought it was when guys did that, Mark just ruined it for me.

“And why is that?” I crossed my arms over my chest and raised my eyebrows. Unless he had an amazing reason, there was no way it was happening.

“Well I was hoping that we could hook up or something…” He winked at me.

“F.uck off,” I rolled my eyes and pushed past him. He had been asking me to hook up with him for a while. He said that I was ‘the best sex he had ever had.’ Yeah, no. He just wanted to hook up with me or anybody for that matter.

The final bell rang and I walked straight to my car, eager to get home to eat something. I slammed the door of my car shut and started it up immediately. The hum of my engine calmed me down a bit, but I was still on edge from the whole Mark encounter.

I pulled out of the school parking lot at the fastest speed ever recorded there, not to mention I nearly hit at least ten people. Not my fault, they shouldn’t have been standing in the middle of the street and walking slowly. Damn you, slow walkers.

The radio blasted some stupid pop song as I drove down the street so I turned it to an Arctic Monkeys song. I loved that band. The familiar tune of “Suck It and See” blared through my speakers and thumped in my heart. I was lost in the music as I drove.

I arrived at my house effortlessly and got out of the car. I hated how small my house was and how many bad memories it contained, but there was nothing really I could do about it. I was stuck in the house until I left for college, which wasn’t for 10 or so months.

The house was small, as I said before, and had chipping light blue paint on it. The old trees in front were starting to get red leaves, which meant I would have to spend my weekend raking soon. Joy.

The grass and moss mixture on my lawn made the house look even crappier, but there was nothing I could do about it.

I walked to my house with my backpack on my shoulder and opened the doors with my keys. My parents both worked during the day so I had until 5 to do whatever I wanted.

I slammed the old wooden door shut and carelessly threw my backpack on the ground. I walked to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. I got myself a big glass of milk and started making myself a PB&J as I drank it. It wasn’t the most glamorous of things to eat, but it would suffice for now.

I plopped down on the couch with my sandwich on a plate and flicked the TV on. I watched an episode of Mad Men while my feet rested on the coffee table that my mom hated feet being on.

I checked my phone and saw that I had a message from my mom telling me to start heating up the lasagna at 4:30 so it would be ready when my dad got home. I checked the time and saw that it was nearly 4:30, so I just put it in anyways.

I went up to my dingy old room and sat down on my unmade bed. I opened my laptop and started playing around on the internet until I heard my parents both come home, already yelling at each other. I plugged my headphones in my ears and drowned out their yelling.