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Apparently, SeXyBeAsT couldn’t wait to rekindle the love, but I sure hope he knows what he’s doing. From what we’ve all seen, NewGirl changes her mind like she changes her socks.
Might’ve dodged a bullet here KingMidas.
Later, Peeps.
—P
Chapter 41
BLUE
Well, I was right. Everyone thinks I’m on West’s shit-list, which means I’m now on the wholeschool’sshit-list.
Great.
Monday was mostly dirty looks. Tuesday, I got shoved in the hallway and almost bit it in front of everyone, which was awesome. Wednesday, someone wrote ‘slut’on my locker with permanent marker. Thursday, one of my textbooks mysteriously came up missing.
Then, today, some random‘accidentally’spilled her soda on my shoulder when walking by me and Lexi’s table during lunch. While everyone nearby laughed at my expense, West forced himself to smirk a little, giving the appearance of going along with the bullying. Typically, he’d threaten to rip off someone’s limbs for evenlookingat me the wrong way, but in our current situation, he has to sit by and watch.
To sum it all up, this feels like being right back at square one with a target on my back.
Did I mention how much this all sucks?
Now that I’ve officially survived the first week of the‘break up’from hell,I’m grateful for the weekend. What makes it even better is that there was no game tonight, only practice. Sure, I’m still getting home after dark, but I’ll take what I can get.
Rounding the corner, the house comes into view. I’m already fantasizing about climbing into bed and staying there until work in the morning, but when I pull further into the driveway and glance toward the back door, I have to do a double-take.
There’s a figure perched on the steps and I’m finally able to make out the features of the small blonde whose eyes just lit up seeing me. Shock has me convinced I’m imagining things because she’s made it a point to stay away so long.
“You’ve gotta be shitting me.”
As if she’s just heard me utter those words, my mother—The Great Houdini of Cypress Point, Master of the Disappearing Act—is on her feet and walking toward my car before I can even put it in park. Even from here, I can tell she’s pretty messed up. It looks like she hasn’t showered in days, if not weeks, and the scabbed over wounds on her face are telling of what her poison of choice has been this time around.
I stare at her and, surprisingly enough, I feel nothing. For almost a year now, I’ve waited for her to come home, but not like this. Notlookinglike this.
I step out and she puts on a fake smile. “Hey, Blue Jay! It’s so good to see you.”
She’s trailing me to the back door because I’m not stopping for her. I’ve chased her my whole life and those days are over.
“Aren’t you gonna say something? I’ve missed you girls so much.”
“So much that you’ve been gone almost an entire year?” I snap, spinning on my heels to stare her straight in the eyes.
She’s at a loss for words and I reel my emotions in. She’s not worth that.
“You can’t be here,” I say. “The last thing I need is for Scar to see you like this.”
She glances down, looking herself over as I do the same, realizing just how far she’s fallen in such a short time.
“I know I’m a bit of a mess right now, but that’s because I’m in kind of a bad way. And… I was kind of hoping you could help me with that,” she starts, and before she can even finish her speech, I’m rolling my eyes.
“Of course, that’s why you’re here,” I sigh. “Why else would you come back? It’s not like you’re supposed to be a mother or anything.”
She steps back, glaring with offense. “Supposedto be a mother?”
“There’s no way you’re offended by that,” I scoff. “You missed both mine and Scar’s birthdays, you abandoned her, abandonedme,and left me to carry everything by myself. And the only reason I’ve heard from you atallis because you need money.”
I try to walk away, knowing I’ll say things I can’t take back if I don’t.