Hate vs. Love ✓ [Original Version]

Chapter 14 "I got my eyes on you."

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Chapter 14: "I got my eyes on you."

"It's Cate's sweet sixteen!"

I gave her a nod and proceeded to my bedroom. Frankly speaking, I didn't give a damn about Cate or her birthday.

"Sandy!" Mom called behind me. I turned to look at her. "Where are you going?"

"My room," I replied tired.

"No, you're going to help set up for Cate's birthday," she said.

"And what makes you think I'm gonna do that?" I asked.

"Sandy--"

"Look, I am tired and exhausted. You wanna do all this . . . nonsense," I gestured towards the people fumbling with the curtains, "feel free. But I am not being a part of something I don't care about. Bye."

Annoyed, I stalked off to my bedroom. Just for the heck of it, I locked the door behind me.

I needed to prepare for my Spanish presentation, plus finish some other homework.

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"Sandy, open the door," Mom called from outside, with a gentle knock on the wood.

"What do you need?" I asked partly suspicious. It wasn't dinner time, yet. Only an hour had passed since I had gotten home.

"Your mother and I need to talk to you," Dad called loudly.

I closed my psychology textbook and went to open the door. My parents stood, whispering incoherent things to each other. They smiled when they saw me waiting.

Without a word, my parents walked inside.

"Hey! Who said you could come in?" I asked outraged.

Mom rolled her as she sat down on my bed. "We own the house, honey."

It was turn to roll my eyes. "What do you need out of my life?"

"Right now, time," said Dad, slightly irritated by my attitude. I didn't care. Not my problem.

"Ah yes, the day we've all been waiting for," I said sarcastically.

"Sandy," Dad said in a warning tone.

"Can we get this over with, quickly? I have a psychology test tomorrow. And it's clearly my top priority, right now," I told them.

"You are so . . . I don't even know," Mom said just staring at me with a confused and lost look.

"I've been told," I said quietly.

"Sandy, just have a seat, and we want to talk," said Dad exasperated.

Rolling my eyes, I grabbed a beanbag chair from my small living room area. Putting the chair across my parents, I sat down.

"Talk, parents," I ordered.

Turning her attention to me, Mom said, "Sandy, we want to talk about . . . the whole Skype call."

"Okay," I waited for her to proceed. Parents were supposed to be in charge, so I was going let my parents be parents.

"Sandy, I--we didn't know that you were so . . . disturbed. Sorry for not being there for you. It wasn't intentional," he sighed.

I simply stared at him. "Disturbed? I'm disturbed?" I asked, making sure I heard correctly. Both of them nodded in response. "Do I look like some insane, mad, crazy girl?" I asked, my anger rising.