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Chapter 38 : Why is it always my house?

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Chapter 38 : Why is it always my house?

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People who actually enjoy Sundays are not normal to me and it seems like everyone does.

Does this mean I'm the abnormal one?

Whatever.

I appreciate the sleep I get on Sundays but I hate the stress about the upcoming week.

It doesn't help that I have a very important English test on Wednesday and the teacher hates me.

Aaron called me yesterday and we decided that he'd come over today for chemistry because we won't have a very free week after today.

"Please let me open it, we finished!" I continued begging Aaron to allow me to see what's in the bag.

"I said no." Aaron said, making me scoff.

We just finished studying about ten minutes ago and Aaron promised me that I can open the bag he has once we're done.

I want to know what's in the bag so bad, but Aaron is being an asshole.

"Stop pissing me off!!" I exclaimed and Aaron just laughed, making me angrier.

"Stop being curious!!" Aaron said in a high pitched voice, mocking me and as much as I tried not to laugh, I couldn't help it.

"Dinner's ready." Mom's head peaked in as she smiled at us.

"Uh, actually, I need to go home, but thank you." Aaron said but mom didn't take no for an answer.

"Nonsense, you will go home after you have dinner with us, did you not like my cooking last time?" Mom continued, joking with Aaron.

"I loved it." Aaron smiled and we all made our way to the dinner table downstairs.

Mom and I never talked about it. Every time we fight she does this and it kind of frustrates me. She would just ignore the problem and go back to laughing with me as if there was nothing going on.

I guess I'm just thankful it's over.

"So, Aaron, were you born here?" Dad started a conversation with Aaron.

"Yes, but my parents are Italian, actually." Aaron answered and I felt like I've forgotten about that.

Why does he have no accent though?

I guess it's because he's been here his entire life..

I love accents, okay?

"Oh, really!" Mom got excited, her being Italian and all.

"Sì." Aaron smiled and mom got even more excited. (Yes)

"You speak Italian?" Mom asked, in shock.

I'm shocked too, Aaron never spoke Italian in front of me.

"Qualche volta." Aaron replied in Italian again and fuck, he sounds hot. (Sometimes)

I did not just think that..

Dad and I shared the what's going on glance as they continued speaking their language.

"Quanto è infantile Ellie?" Mom said and I immediately asked what does she mean upon hearing my name. (How childish is Ellie?)

"Molto." Aaron replied, laughing. (Very.)

"Dad, tell them to stooop!" I dropped my fork and crossed my arms in a pout.

I know whatever they are saying is bad.