-DemiIt confuses me to no end, if I'm being honest. I literally can not understand it or get the hang of it. It's just so strange. It's like one minute all is fine and the next we're at war. I just don't know what to make of it. All I can say is, I'm happy she's doing well in school.
I will admit, I got a little scared when the principal called yesterday. I, very sadly, wasn't surprised. I mean, with the way she's behaving at home I didn't think it'd be much different in school. I was scared that he was calling me to tell me that he's kicking her out already. However, I was greatly taken aback, in a good way, when he started praising her till the heavens, complementing her on how well she's been keeping up and settling in. She still had a short road ahead of her, he said, but with the way it's been going this week she'll be totally up to date within next week. He was even worried she'll shoot up to the top of her class and he already doesn't know what to do- if that were to happen.
It makes me happy to know that at least she's doing well over there when she clearly can't keep her shit together over here. But as long as she's getting a good education, I would like to believe I can handle the rest of her beatings.She's clearly a very smart girl with very good working brains. And I think it's important she keep that intact. I just wish she wasn't screwing with it while she is literally screwing that friend of hers. I haven't seen him since I told him to get out of my sight, but I do know she's been seeing him. She doesn't come home as late anymore- she has to get up early for school and stuff. But she did have two more too-drunk-for-my-liking incidents. I am, however, glad to see that she's not an alcoholic yet at least and hopefully will never become one. I have a feeling she does it more to spite me then for her own enjoyment. And she only drinks to have fun, she doesn't feel like she needs it. So that's a good sign. What I am more worried about though, is her getting pregnant. Much to my dislike I happen to know that they were not using protection on my couch, so who knows if they are at all. And I'm pretty sure she's not on the pill, unless half of the tampons I had in my bathroom decided to take a trip on their own.
Especially with her doing so well in school, I just don't want her to have to give that up just yet. That's also besides for the fact that she's still very young and totally not ready to be a mom. I did tell her I wouldn't get involved, though. So, every time she leaves the house I have to bite back my words, trying not to remind her to please, please, please use protection. It's just not my place to say anything, but it's very hard for me to keep quiet.I really wanna ask my mom what to do. Or even just tell Maggie about it, but she will just throw it back in my face saying she was right. Like the look she's giving me right now. "So, what'd you do to piss her off?" She asks with a smirk, as a reaction to Cara's angry yell that she'll be down soon.
"Hormones," I shrug. It's not hormones. I mean, not as far as I know. But I can't tell Maggie she acts like this every day. That'll be like waving the flag of defeat in her face, or handing it over on a silver platter. And there is no way in hell I'm giving her that satisfaction.
"She better hurry the fuck up though, cause I wanna go already."
"You're such an impatient child," I laugh. "And I told her you wouldn't be here for at least another fifteen minutes, cause that's what you told me. So really, it's all on you," I give her a sly wink. She hates it when I defend Cara. I don't even know why the two of them dislike each other so much, but maybe this weekend will be good for them to get to know each other.
"Margaret," Cara says as a greeting in a very formal tone of voice, as she's coming down the stairs.
I'm doing my best not to burst out laughing as I see Maggie's expression. "Cara," she replies in the same tone.
"That's not my full name," Cara rolls her eyes.
"Well, I don't know what your full name is," Maggie retorts. "Besides, how do you know Margaret is my full name? It could be Meghan or Magdalena or Margarita, or some other name. Maggie can be a nickname for a lot of names."
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FanfictionI know she gets the hint I'm trying to send her, when I'm fidgeting in my spot slowly moving away a tiny drop. But her arm is still firmly around my shoulder and her thighs are still very much pressed against mine on the couch. She's not budging. I...