Something About You..

Part 20: Mothers love

-Alex's POV-

Damn him, why does he have to act out. He's smarter than that. He knows better. Just cause he's frustrated and hurt doesn't give him a right to act arrogant and cocky. Romeo and Juliet is a very beautiful story, yes it's blind love, yes he made some fine points but he didn't have to be mean to the teacher.

The class has finally calmed down with 27 minutes left of class. If only he had waited. I wanted to talk to him, I've tried all day. He's been avoiding me, even walking to school. I was behind him, calling his name. He never even looked back. It's not that he doesn't care. Maybe I'm giving him too much credit. Guys are so fucking stupid, it wouldn't surprise me the slightest if he thinks the worse possible outcomes.

Damn it! I care too much. The bell finally rings and I take off. Bag already packed and on my shoulders. My feet hit the floor quick, taking off with as much speed and force I can muster. I need to get to him before he shuts everyone out. He won't forgive me right away, but he will have to listen to me until I make him.

The sidewalk under my feet gives me confidence as I run to his house. I need to talk to him. My feet are carrying my body for me, it's all instinct at this point. Even as the air hits my face, my breathe heavy, I feel too anxious not to run. I pass my house, two more to go. If I can just make it there and explain. Surely he will understand. I need him to understand.

I round the corner, stopping in front of the gate looking up at the door. Behind that door is my goal, but I can't get the courage to open the gate or climb those stairs. Breathing is still heavy. Taking a deep breathe, I take the first step unlocking the gate latch, pressing forward. Each stair makes me cringe. I am really doing this. I really ran my ass off here, just to talk to Danny Lockehart. The guy no one knows about or really likes. Looking to apologize to him. Talk about irony.

Finally reaching the front door, hand reaching forward, knocking on the base of the door. What feels like an eternity of waiting passed until the door creaked open a foot. Danny was standing between the door and the door frame. Shock appeared on his face briefly before he shook his head and grew into a scowl.
"What do you want Alex? Can't tell me to leave. I live here" he quipped.
"Damn it!" I push through the door then face him. Anger boiling over. "Stop doing that! I came her to apologize! You were right, I jumped to conclusions before talking to you and that was my fault but you shutting me out? That's all you! I am not trying to be difficult or kick you out. Last night.." then sudden it hit me, we weren't alone. A woman was standing in the kitchen next to me, smiling. The smile was familiar, I've seen one like it before, on Danny. Oh no... that's his mom. "Oh my, I am so sorry! I didn't know you were here.. I ahh.. I should go." Trying to press through to the door, a hand on my shoulder stopped me.
"Oh honey, if I had a dollar for every time I heard a female give a male her piece of mind, we'd all be filthy rich. Now, continue. I, for one, would love to hear what you have to say". Panic set in, leaving the hair on the back of my neck to stand up.

This might sound weird but.. Being around both of them made me feel like a tiny mouse frantic, in shock, frozen from fear, with two very sly snakes around me, and they haven't been fed for awhile. Danny was smirking while his mom had a small, posh smile. The smile that really stuck up rich mothers have in those movies, like they have secrets.. secrets that could crumple an entire empire by sharing to just one wrong person. Do they practice this stuff??
"No, I'm sorry. I really think it's best I go. Danny, umm... would you please text me later?" Looking at the ground, stumbling forward a bit, heading for the door. That's when Danny stands in front of it, head cocked to one side, his smile looks sinister.
"You know.. maybe you would like to stay for dinner? My mom has worked really hard on a full course meal. Think she would love it" he moves forward, backing me against the counter, closer to him and his mom.
"Oh, I'm sure it's lovely Mrs. Lockehart but my mom is also cooking soon. I don't want to upset her"
"That's sweet of you dear. Isn't it strange how mothers know best? We really have to zone in on our kids behaviors, what they like and don't like. How they treat others. Alex, is it? -I nod my head- Oh, cute name. Well, Alex, call your mom, or text, what ever works best. Tell her you'll be here for dinner. You and I have to chat. You see, Danny has informed me of some incidents that may have came forward" She moved away from the stove to right  next to me, she's so close her eyes are inches away from mine. Huh... maybe the family doesn't know about personal space.
"You wouldn't happen to like my son, Ms. Lifton?" What? The question physically made my mouth drop open, my eyes wide. She just asks that, like it's not important, like it's not something that's been waffling on my mind for what feels like years but really only been about a week or two.
"Umm.. that's a bit personal, don't you think?" Brushing my hair behind my ear and backing away swiftly.. distance. I need to distance myself. Snakes size up their prey, move closer then attack. They both have done two out of three, the attack was her question.
"Well, no. You two made out, right? You allowed him to kiss you, you like him. If that's the case.. -she placed a hand on her hip, looking between us- you both like each other and are two chicken shit to admit it. Foods done, we should eat. Wash your hands, BOTH of you".

What the hell is going on with my life! One minute I'm pleading with Danny to apologize now I'm sitting with his mom and him, having, might I say, some tasty food, waiting for the opening to leave. Had I known this was the outcome, I would have just called him later tonight. His mom is the only one talking. Danny and I don't move our gazes from our plates or her.

"So, do you like your classes" she asked.
"Mhm" in unison, we both say it.
"Hmm.. Alex, how long did it take to grow your hair. It's very long, so beautiful" she smiles politely.
"Oh thank you. It's been a few years since the last hair cut. I use Tresemme extra moisturizer" I smile back, it's fake but it's easier than screaming in agony.
"Ah, interesting. Danny, do you like her hair?"
"Yep" he answered, short and simple then took a huge bite out of the lemon pepper chicken. Chewing slowly, making sure his mom knew he didn't want to talk.
"You two are a lot alike. I like it." She smirked, is it a fucking Lockehart trait to look absolutely beautiful while looking evil as shit. What have I gotten myself into.
"Danny, why did you leave school ear..." he stood up, cutting her off mid sentence. He grabbed my plate and his, putting it on the counter.
"Heeey, I wasn't done." I whined. Face it, food is a weakness and this food was so yummy. He grabbed my hand and pulled me behind him, up the stairs.
"Mom, don't intrude, knock please. We'll be in my room. I love you!"

What?! No, don't bring me there! I don't want to be in his room. Last time we were in a bedroom we.. well.. we made out. Panic is setting in, full effect. This is gonna be the change of my life tonight, I can feel it. For good or bad, we'll have to find out.
#Authors Note: I do have to say... it's gonna get more intense between them. Have fun.