Chasing Fan-Girl

Chapter Nineteen || Chasing Moods

It's been a week since Percy and I had an actual conversation. Lately it's just been homework questions and I can't concentrate in class because of this guy and he's asking me for homework questions. Here's an question for you, why are you avoiding me? Percy Gunn the sex God must be on vacation.

It sucks. I want to know more about his anxiety. We can bond over this. No one has ever seen him with an anxiety attack, maybe he knows how to cope with it. He knows how to keep people calm, let him teach me. I just to be able to feel normal. I don't feel like myself and that's causing some tension with my family, let's put it like that.

Knock knock

"Come in," just as I mutter those words I see Phoebe. Her hair is in two french braids and she's still in her pajamas, it's four in the afternoon.

"Mom wants you in the kitchen," she states. With that she leaves. Either going across the hall to her room or, there really isn't a choice, she's going to her room.

I push back the chair from my desk and head downstairs. The kitchen is right by the staircase so I head on straight. I haven't been slacking off in school and I haven't been in trouble with the law, so I'm unsure to why I'm leaving my room.

"Oh there you are Jae," my mom says looking up from a Wal-Mart catalogue.

"What's up?" I ask, I could be looking at Troyler gifs and here I am. Not looking at Troyler gifs. There is something definitely wrong with this picture.

"You to babysit Lacey here tomorrow, Eric and I have some shopping to do," she states looking back at the catalogue.

"Why can't I just take Phoebe and Camps with me?"

"You'll be watching Felicity too,"

"What? No, I'm not watching three elementary school kids and a baby," I retort. Watching Lacey alone, I can handle it. Add in Phoebe, it's a little difficult. Then Campbell is in this equation and he's trouble. Then a baby who basically requires more than 100% of your attention.

"Jessica you have no choice," yes I do mother, this a damn free country.

"No, take her with you. She's not even a year old, what's she going to remember?" I spit. It's not that I don't like Felicity. I hate my mother is basically handing her to me like she's my kid.

"Jessica Maebelle!" my mother starts to raise her voice.

"Mother," I don't care if she's my mom, you don't dump a baby into someone's responsibilty at this age. Especially with the first three you wouldn't dare to let someone to touch them even when they were walking.

Walking away probably isn't the best for punishments but if I were to stay and scream my lungs at her and telling her that she's an idiot, you may never see me again. I was doing it for you. You're welcome.

I walk back upstairs and into the play room. It's only filled with video games at the moment. When Felicity starts walking, then this thing will be covered with her toys, because she's the favourite. She can do no wrong, even though she's the number one reason for all this tension, family destroyer is a close second.

I grab an X-Box controller and flip through the games we have. Most of them are Campbells, majority of them are mine, and Phoebe usually just plays the Wii. Call of Duty, Grand Theft Auto, Grand Theft Auto, Grand Theft Auto, Asssasins Creed, Left for Dead, oh screw it I'm playing Grand Theft Auto IV. Sure, I beat it fifteen times before but what's another? Sixteen. Sixteen is what it is.

I plop into the nearest bean bag and wait for the TV to load. It takes the longest time loading, probably because I've played it so much, it seems to go on forever. A continuous of the same few pictures that seem to be slowing down. You think that sound impossible but, it is 2014 and today is what it is. Maybe today is the day GTA decides to fight back. Bring it.