Cracks

Acceptance -Presley's POV

Presley's POV-

"Dylan James!" I heard someone say in a loud shrill voice.

I felt my legs jerk a bit because of the surface that they were on and opened one eye a quarter of an inch to see what the hell was going on. I was still just so damn tired. Couldn't whoever it was see that I was still SLEEPING?!

A disheveled looking middle-aged woman was standing at the door of the living room staring daggers at Dylan, who was holding my legs in his lap and looked equally as tired as I was. I quickly closed my eye again and pretended to still be sleeping. I didn't want to deal with this angry lady. I was still too sleepy for all that nonsense.

"M-mom..." I heard Dylan say in a groggy voice. "Mom!" He said surprised when he realized exactly what was going on and jerked up again in a straighter sitting position.

"WHO is she?" She asked in a loud angry tone as if I was some piece of garbage that was laying on her couch and not an actual person.

I could feel Dylan looking at me as he sighed deeply and tiredly. Damn, I'm just getting this guy into all sorts of trouble with everyone he knows, aren't I? He stood up slowly and put my feet down on the couch with a gentle touch. I almost smiled at that but kept a blank face to look like I was asleep.

"And where is your brother?! And Lindsay, for that matter. Does your girlfriend know about that?!" She was getting increasingly louder and I had to fight myself to not shield my ears from her voice. She was acting as if she walked in on us having sex or something... not sleeping.

"Shh, mom. Yes, Lindsay knows about Presley. She is...." He paused trying to figure out what to call me. "A friend. A friend that I'm tutoring for volunteer hours."

"Yes, lots of studying, I see." She spoke spitefully. "And Scott?"

I watched with guarded eyes as Dylan led his mom further away from me and into the kitchen. "At DeMarcus' house. Yes, I checked his folder. No, he doesn't have any homework. And yes, he knows to be home when the streetlights come on."

When they finally made it out of my line of sight, I sat up slowly and still listened to their conversation. "Well okay, fine..." She said in an annoyed tone still trying to find something to be mad at. "I don't like her; this is a bad idea and I'm sure Lindsay doesn't like it. Did you even think about your girlfriend's feelings before just deciding to tutor your friend? No, I'm sure you didn't because all you ever think about is you. You are just like your father, always have been."

I took a sharp breath in as I heard his mother speak to him like that. What a bitch, Dylan was one of the most unselfish fools that I have ever met. For her to be speaking to him like that was completely uncalled for.

"Yes mother, I considered Lindsay... but I also considered the fact that this could make me salutatorian and help me with my future, so I went ahead and decided to help her. You don't even know her, mom. How can you already not like her?"

"A mother knows Dyl, and I know she's bad news. She's going to derail you and you're going to let her because that is just who you are. You've always done stupid things like this." She spoke angrily as I heard clanks of glasses echo through the kitchen.

"Well I can't just turn her away now. I've already accepted her as a student." I heard the hurt in Dylan's voice and felt the sting of rejection run through my chest. I hadn't even met the woman yet and she hates me... A mother knows, she said. Was that how my mother felt too? Was that why she acted the way she did? I pushed that thought away quickly as I sighed.