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Chapter 8 - Plunger Danger
"Drake?"
Seriously? This is low, very low, even for drake. Nope, not even low... It's creepy. I would've described Drake in million of ways but never someone to break into some girl's house. Is he that desperate?
I have to admit though, that thought did make my heart flutter a bit. Wait, no it didn't, lie, all lies, there all lies playing with my mind, It SO did not flutter. Nope. "What are you doing here? Explain," I said sternly, ignoring my flushing face.
"I don't need to explain myself to you," He scoffed.
"Uh, yes you do. This is my house, and you're in it without me knowing. So talk before I call the police," I can feel the annoyance flowing up to my tone but the nervous feeling in my stomach stayed as images of yesterday night flowed my mind.
Why is he here, If it wasn't him that was here then there would've been police cars everywhere, and someone on the floor. And it sure as heck wasn't gonna be me. WAIT-how the hell did he get into my house anyways? I seriously need to get better locks, I thought terrified.
We could've been easily robed by now. The robber would've cleaned this place up and taken a bubble bath! Anyways, getting off topic here, Focus Roslyn, focus! There's a horny teen in your house!
He didn't respond, just stood there sporting his now annoying smirk. Irritated, I picked up the house phone on the small table near by and looked down at the phone with an uneasy look. I started typing the police number. I only got to press 9 and 1, though, before the phone got snatched away from me. "HEY!" I screamed, "Give it back!"
"I'll explain. Sheesh... you were actually serious?" He almost pouted.. Dimwit. "When I gave the car to your mom she gave me the keys to the house and said that I can come here whenever it is I want," He finished with a shrug.
"What? Why would she do that? That's a stupid reason! Your lying she doesn't even know you like that," I argued "She would've told me!"
My mom knows how freaked out I get. Once, When she didn't tell me she was coming home from work earlier than usual, she came opened the house's front door to find me already standing there with plunger in my hand, smacking the shit out of her. What? I thought it'd be funny and painful to smack someone with a plunger.
** FLASHBACK **
I opened the door to the house using the extra key from under the pot, mom said she'll get me my own ( She didn't ) when she gets to it. I open the door wide after putting the key back in place. God was I tired, Longest. Day. Ever!!
The teachers are unforgiving. The only thing that kept me up and going and certainly not falling to the floor in the hallways was my funnily (if that's even a word) Bitchy best friend. The frisking English team call up a meeting after school just to practice reading after that!!
I ended up falling asleep during the reading time and got kicked out of the club. Oh well, I was about to quit anyways. I only got into that team because after school activities helps get into a good collage and I was failing E.L.A at that time so I signed up. Now my grades are back on track so no need for more reading.
I take off my shoes and lazily throw my bag next to the house phone on the little table. I take out my phone to see it's only 5:10 so my mom will be here in an hour. I go upstairs into my room and flop bed with a relief sigh "Ahhh,". just as I was about to cuddle up in my blankets and get comfortable for the best sleep of my life, okay I'm exaggerating but if you had a day like mine and got your nap ( But in my case, sleep. ) then it would be the best nap you've ever had, when I hear the door lock rattle.
What was that?
I slowly get up from my comfortable position on my bed. An idea made it's way up my head which made me chuckle. This This is gonna be funny. I tip-toed to my bedroom bathroom and grap the plunger and tip toe to my bedroom door. Don't ask why the plunger, You'll know. I took a quick glance at the clock time coming from the tv box and it says it's only 5:22 so it couldn't be mom. At a snail's pace, I open my bedroom door, tip toeing into the 2nd floor hallway. Hmm, I feel like a spy. Focus Roslyn! Focus!
The sound of someone trying to open the lock continues. I stand right in front of the door, waiting for the attacker. I know I should go to the side of the door, but I can't because in one side of the door is the table ( Which I can't move ) and if I stand the other side I'll get smacked in the face by the door. So well.
God please help me get through this. I know how to fight and all, but what if the attacker is strong. Okay okay be calm and stand confident, that's the only way you can get through this all.
No it isn't.
God, just be confident and smack the-
My stupid talk with myself was interjected by the door opening, suddenly a figure appeared. I wasn't ready and I got lost in my thoughts so I nervously started beating the hell out of the figure with the plunger. "Son of a bitch, live my house this distant or I'll . . . I'll hit you with the plunger more!" If anyone could see what's happening right now, they'd think I'm crazy because I am hitting her like a maniac.
"Ahhh! Rosie. Rosie!! It's me, stop hitting me. ROSIE!" I freeze up and stop beating the stuffing out of the poor person when I hear the voice and the name. There standing before my eyes was ...
Mom.
"Oh hi mommy..." I trail off "How you doing? How was your day?" I innocently smile while cutely (Well hoping it's cute) playing with the hem of my shirt.
"Oh, my day was slightly horrible and I came home for a good rest just to be beaten to the point where I'm bleeding by my own daughter!" She yells touching her forehead which has blood coming out of a little hole. There's so blood coming out of her nose too.
"Oops, sorry mom come here," I utter the words in worry. I take her in my arms and take her to the kitchen.
"Sit. I'll get a wet cloth," I say. I go to the kitchen counter, look up and open one of the top cabinets getting a cloth. I wet the cloth with cold water and walk to my mom. I put the small cloth on her forehead and she leans in to tighten it.
** FLASHBACK OVER **
"She told me she'll text you that I'm gonna be here, didn't she?" He asked.
I didn't check my phone today and I had it vibrate. Uh-oh. I took out my phone and checked my massages to see my mom indeed had sent me. "Oh," Was all I said, still looking down knowing that he's already smirking.
"Your mom left this note, though." He said, handing me the note.
I looked down at the yellow sticky note in confusion. It read;
Honey, Andrew and I have something we need to tell you and Drake. It involves your summer.
- Mom. xx
"What's this suppose to mean?" I ask Drake.
"I don't know. But I am NOT giving up my summer, That's for sure."
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