" Mom how can you just hand me off to my ' so called father' for making a mistake" I said angerly.
we stood at the airport in London and my mom handed Simon supposely my dad cowell my bags.
"A few mistakes are things you learn from , not constetly repeat over and over. I've warned you sevral times. You had this coming Sophia" my mom lectured me infront of simon.
"whatever have fun , ducking your boyfriend. Don't call me when he dumps your sorry ass for a younger slut" I screamed following Simon to the exit.
"Was that nessisary Sophia" Simon asked putting my suitcases in the trunk of his nice car.
"Hell Yes " I said and mentally swore at my mother , who was most likely still standing there shocked.
