The Bad Boy & The Socially Awkward (Unedited)

Chapter 1: Intro

"Hey, get up," Michael said, shaking me to death.

I sat up from the couch and looked around. "What?" I asked, rubbing my eyes.

"Dinner is ready."

I stood up and stretched. Almost every night I take a nap before dinner and it's always on the living room couch.
I walked into the kitchen and sat at the already set table.

Meatloaf, yay.

My mom can't cook to save her life. But me, being her daughter, I have to eat the crap. But why, when I can cook. My mom is jealous that I can and she can't. "So, dad. I was wondering if I could go on a date this Saturday night," Michael asked.

"Of course you can," my dad said,
I rolled my eyes and continued eating.

"Angela, when are you gonna be more like your brother?" my mom asked with frustration.

I looked up from my food and set my fork down. "Why do you always want me to be like him?" I mumbled.

With her, it's not very easy to get things into her head. She doesn't believe that I'm socially awkward, just a shy girl. "What, dear? Speak up. You know I hate it when you mumble," she lectured.

I tuned her voice out of my mind and started shoveling the food in my mouth so I could just go upstairs and be alone. "Angela Mae Carter, answer me!" she yelled.

By the time I could look up, her hand met my face and a slap echoed in our dining room. "Now you listen to me. If I ask you a question, I fully expect you to answer me without mumbling. Got it?" she said.

There was crazy written on her forehead and her eyes were filled with anger. She death gripped my cheeks and looked me in the eyes. "Yes!" I squealed louder than usual when she squeezed harder.

"Good. Now answer my question," she said.

The table was silent. Michael and my dad both had wide eyes. "You won't like my answer," I said.

"Fine, if you're going to talk back, go to your room and don't come out until you are ready to apologize."

I marched upstairs and collapsed on my bed. My phone vibrated. I looked down to see that Monica texted me.

Monica: Hey.

Me: Hi.

Monica: Do you want to hang out this weekend?

Me: I don't know if I can.

Monica: What happened?

Me: My mom just officially went crazy on me.

Monica: I'll have my mom talk to her. After all, they haven't seen each other in forever.

Me: I don't know, maybe.

Monica: If you do come, Peter and Matt planned on showing up.

Me: If only Peter were to talk. lol

Monica: lol. Have to go. Dinner time. I'll talk to my mom in a few minutes about her talking to your mom.

Me: Okay, love you!

Monica: Love you too!

I tossed my phone on my bed and heard a knock on my door. I stood up and walked over to my door. I cracked it open. "Hey, can I come in?" Michael asked.

I opened the door and sat down on my bed. He sat next to me and looked me in the eyes. "You didn't deserve what she did to you," he said.

"I just don't know why she always expects me to be exactly like you," I mumbled.

"Beats me. I don't want that to happen to you. You know how many guys I would have to beat up if you were like me? A lot."

I giggled a bit in my place. He put a hand on my shoulder and his eyes burned into my face. "But no matter who you turn out to be, or what you choose to wear, I will always love you for you. You better never forget that."

I nodded. He pulled me into a hug and squeezed me, leaving my lungs with minimal air left. When the hugging subsided, I gasped for air and watched his serious face turn into a happy one.

"I better go before mom knows that I'm in here," he said, walking out of my room.

I sat on my bed alone. Why does my life suck so much? Not like I'll take it or anything, just that I could live a better one. I don't deserve to be treated like crap just because I cant live up to my parents' expectations. It's almost physically impossible for that to ever happen. I turned on my side and covered up my small body.

~*~*~*~

"Beep, beep, beep!" my alarm clock sounded.

I stood up and rubbed my face.

Hopefully this will be a good day. My friends will be at school and my mom won't be home until eleven o'clock at night.

I stood up and threw on a large, gray sweatshirt(Matt's by the way), a pair of blue jeans, and my black flats. What a 'warm' outfit for such a cold day.
It's in the middle of winter and I currently rock the sweater look almost everyday to stay warm in the school and out.

I ran downstairs and grabbed a banana. Peeling it open, I could feel my mom's glare burn into my face. I quickly ate my banana and dashed out the door to walk the two blocks to Matt's house.

The cool winter air met my face and chilled it to the bone. It's twenty one degrees out and all I decide to wear is a large sweater, jeans, and thin flats.

Way to go, Angela.

I rang the door bell when I arrived there. The door whipped open and Matt wasn't completely dressed yet. He was shirtless and only wore jeans.

"Come in," he said.

I walked in and he lead me upstairs. I sat on his bed and he threw on a shirt.

"Not talking much today, huh?" he asked.

"No, my mom made another scene at the dinner table last night," I said.

"That crazy women is always at it, isn't she?"

"Yeah. I don't even want to begin."
Although I'm extremely quiet around my family, I'm not around my friends. They're there for me no matter what and they help me when I have a crisis with my mom. "Let's go," he said, throwing his backpack over his shoulder.

We climbed into his car and headed to school. "So I see that you're wearing my sweater," he said, breaking the silence.

"Yeah, just saw it hanging up in my closet and thought 'Why not?'. After all, you did leave it at my house," I said, looking at him with a derp face.

"No, I forgot it at your house. I would never willingly give away my favorite sweater."

I giggled and looked out the window.

~*~*~*~

"Please tell me that you actually had time to get ready this morning," Monica said.

"I did. I just love this sweater. It still smells good," I said, sniffing the collar.

The three gave me weird looks for how weird I am.

"Okay, if that's your way of telling me that I smell amazing, then thank you," Matt said.

"Yeah."

Peter opened his mouth, but the sound of the bell cut him off. I walked away from them all and entered my Biology class.
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Author's Note

Crazy mom right? Almost as crazy as how much I'm in love with writing this! I love you guys so much for reading this story. I'm hoping that you guys could make banners and videos and stuff like that. Comment, vote, and follow. Love ya! <3

~Debi ^.^