Chapter seven:

It has been days since the unfortunate incident with him. And yet I can't bring myself to stop thinking about it.

I can't bring myself to think straight.

I have replayed the scene over and over again in my head, it leaving the same effect on me each time.

I clutch my hair frustrated with myself. "Stop thinking about it, it doesn't mean anything." I growl lowly at myself, begging for it to stop.

I haven't talked to Clara and Nicola ever since. They haven't even bothered calling me, it's like I don't even exist.

Trying my best to brush away all the negatives thoughts currently sitting in my head right now, I stand up and go towards my closet picking up an outfit to wear today.

Mom had informed me that I will be leaving to her new friend's house tomorrow, as she has to leave urgently. Which doesn't give me much time to pack.

After styling my hair and wearing the outfit I have picked for myself, I bring my immediate attention towards packing.

I don't need too much since I can always come back to the house and get more clothes or supplies if I forget anything. I was grateful for that. Mom trusts me enough to lend me the key to the house while she's away.

I cringe at the thought of being alone. I was never good at taking advantage of my parents and plotting about having parties while they are away. Instead, I take my time studying and hanging out with my friends. It's what I love doing most.

But now that my two friends who I genuinely do enjoy spending my free time with are both two busy having fun with each other without me, I'll have to find something else to occupy myself.

A book perhaps.

Maybe a guy.

I settle with the thought of a book as I have never been with a guy and don't want my first experience with one to be because my friends rather hang out with each other instead of me.

"Are you ready, dear?" My mom's head pokes through the door.

"Ready?" I furrow my eyebrows.

"Packing. I need you to be done by today evening." She says shortly. "I cannot leave without knowing you're done packing, it'll stress me out the entire time." She murmurs.

"But you're leaving tomorrow mom! Stop pressuring me!" I exclaim.

She puts her hands up in surrender. "Fine. But still, be ready." She shoots me a stern look.

This time it's me who puts my hands up in surrender. "I'm working on it."

She flashes me a grin as I roll my eyes playfully at her.

"Also, ever heard of knocking?" I tell my mom sarcastically.

"Well I figure you have nothing to hide. Unless.." she narrows her eyes at me as she steps into the room, shutting the door behind her as if she thought someone was going to run out. She walks swiftly scanning the room as if she is looking for something. Or rather someone. She even takes a look under the bed.

Finally, satisfied with herself she steps back to where the door stands.

This time it is me who narrows my eyes at her. "Did you really think I was hiding someone in here?"

She shrugs, "why not? Lots of kids these days do so when they are trying to hide something or rather someone from their parents. A boy perhaps," she says giving me a stern mother like look.

I roll my eyes. "Even if I were to do so you have no right coming in without knocking. For all you know I could've been naked!"

"Why would you be naked in your room unless you're having sex?" My mom asks bluntly.

I give her a blank stare. Is she for real?

"What if I'm changing?"

She looks at me for a moment, speechless, before she regains herself. "Well I suppose there's a bathroom for the reason exactly."

She knew she isn't going to win this argument yet she still chooses to continue.

I guess this is where I get my stubbornness from.

I chuckle, "get out mom," I tell her in a playful way pointing towards the door.

"Yes, okay." She leaves, making sure to close the door behind her telling me that I have won.

"Thank you," I mutter to no in particular as I continue packing.

***

"Done!" I scream from upstairs racing towards wherever my mom is. I sprint to the kitchen just in time to catch her amused gaze.

She glances at her watch. "6:30? Well done." She says sarcastically rolling her eyes at me.

Did I forget to mention it was the next day?

"Whatever mom, a girl's gotta do what she's gotta do," I tell her.

"Sit down," She orders, pointing towards the waffles that lay on the table.

I grin doing as she says without a word. Waffles are my favourite.

I guess it's the best she can do since I won't be seeing her for a while.

"So when will you be leaving?" I ask her, stuffing my mouth with the waffle.

I moan in delight. It's delicious.

"In about an hour. My flight's in three and I don't want to be late." My eyes widen.

An hour?!

"So when will I be going over to your friend's house?" I ask her.

"She has a name, please address her with it." My mom tells me sternly.

"Fine," I give her a look. "When will we be going to Molly's?"

"In about thirty minutes. So finish up and we'll leave quick." My eyes widen once again.

Great.

"Does she have any family?" I mean I'm pretty sure she does.

"Yes. She has two kids- a girl and a boy. I'm sure you will all instantly click." She smiles at me sending me a reassuring look.

"What are their names?" Maybe I know them. I mean they must be going to our school.

She chuckled at my sudden interest.

"The girl's name is Andrea and the boy's Noah."