Falling for the wrong one.

Stalker!

Weeks flew as days passed....

It was nearly my birthday in a few weeks coming and my parents were planning on doing something special and somewhat big for the celebration.

Well, they also thought my party would also help into bring them back close again.

And as for Cal, he flew back to Houston last week. Claiming, he had an emergency to attend to. He didn't even give me a chance to ask or suspect anything.

Argh! I hate, actually no, I loathe being woken up by an irritating sound of an alarm clock. Sometimes I just wish it was a person and I could strangle it to death.

Geez! It's so loud!

It's so loud! I stretched my hand outside the duvet cover and punched it off harshly that it fell.

Fucker!

I'm screamed mentally

As if I had a choice, I finally woke up forcefully sacrificing my warm covers and soft bed! *Cued with puppy eyes*

My body was literally not allowing me to. I made my business in the bathroom and wore casual clothing with a baseball cap to hide my horrific hair then went downstairs for a quick breakfast, finding Beth and Pops having their breakfast on the kitchen island.

They heard my footsteps when they both gave their attention to me.

"Morning people." - I greeted simply. Grabbing a bowl from the cabinets and a box of cereal then milk from the fridge.

"Morning, Princess!" - replied Pops with a smile only to receive a scowl face from me. He knew far too well of my dislike towards that name or rather tittle. I guess the dude enjoyed making me a mockery.

"Morning, Pumpkin." - replied Beth earning a 'really?' look from me as she found it too hard to keep the smile wide on her face.

"Great! She doesn't even know my name!" - i fired.

"Robyn Harley Miller!" - warned Pops sternly, yet lowly.

"Just assuming!" - I shrugged my shoulders off. Just in time, Sam's car honked outside. I grabbed my backpack and paced out leaving Beth and Pops to sort out their shit.

Not that I was rubbing off my rudeness towards Bethany or any of that sort, but it must have came out strange and unconvincing to me. Surely a ninety - nine point nine percent of girls wouldn't have found it strange and alien -likely, for their mothers to call them sweet names.

Most definitely because, they are used to being called such. But blame me not, I wasn't and heck I don't think I was comfortable with it either.

Sometimes I just wish I never knew who my birth mother was. It would have surely made my life a bit more easier.

What hurts most than knowing that your mother never wanted you and you were an unplanned baby? As though you purposefully plugged your way down to planet earth and decided to throw yourself in some woman's tummy.

To ruin her beautiful family of three with of course, her special son.

Of course I, without any doubt wouldn't hate Cal for my dear mother's favoritism and treatment between us two.