Little Miss Not So Perfect

Chapter Thirteen

      The rest of the day passed by in kind of a blur. I thought about what Oliver said for a long time, and I still couldn’t make much sense out of it. I never would have guessed Harper had any kind of connection to Mike. Harper had never been a fan of Logan’s, and perhaps this why the reason why. To me, Harper always seemed invincible, she seemed so strong but I guess everyone had something that was able to bring him or her down.

      My mom wasn’t there when Blake and I got home from school. This wasn’t unusual for her but it didn’t happen often. My mom liked to be involved; she liked to know what was going on in our lives, sometimes too much.

      “Was mom going to the club today?” I asked Blake.

      “I’m not sure. She didn’t mention anything this morning,” he replied.

      I dismissed my thoughts of mom quickly. I headed upstairs to my room to start my homework. I sat down at the desk and opened my laptop. I hadn’t realized I never changed my background; it was still a picture of Logan and I. I found the first picture I liked, which happened to be of Juliette, Grayson and I, and changed it to that. It was bad enough that I couldn’t stop thinking about him and Mike; I didn’t need a reminder everywhere I looked.

      I was doing my homework when I heard my mom and dad arrive home together. This was very strange. My father should still be at work, and my mom never went to his work.

      I headed into Blake’s room to get his opinion on it. I didn’t expect to find him and Chase playing video games though. “When did he get here?” I asked. I guess I was still trying to avoid him.

      “Darling, I was here before either of you got home.” He stated but never took his eyes off the TV.

      The door should’ve been locked; he shouldn’t have been able to get it. “May I ask how exactly you got in the house then?”

      “You never lock your window Syd.” He stated simply.

      Blake paused the game and turned to him, “You climb in through my sisters window? How did you even know she never locks it?” Blake questioned him.

      Chase chuckled, “It’s not what you think Blake, calm down. When I used to come here when my parents would fight, Sydney always let me in through her window. She was afraid your parents would hear the front door.”

      “That was years ago Chase, I haven’t knowingly let you use my window in quite awhile,” I told him.

      “You know you have a key, right?” Blake asked him.

      “But sneaking in her window is so much more fun,” Chase told us. We all laughed and dismissed Chase’s strange ways.

     

      “Mom and dad came home together, do you know what’s that is about?” I asked them.