"Mom!" I yelled once I got home, "I need to talk to you."

Evan's tale somehow convinced me to speak to mom. Maybe, just maybe, if she hears about Will's infidelity, she might change her mind. Maybe I can see my mother again, the same one who I looked up to as my hero.

Mom must have thought from my rushed tone that it was some sort of emergency so she rushed right out of the kitchen, wearing an apron above her office clothes – meaning that she just got home as well. So that meant that Will is still not here since he gets off of work exactly an hour from mom, "What?"

"Will you believe me?" I questioned before I said anything else.

If I was her and she saw how rebellious I got, she wouldn't. But I hope, as a mother to her daughter, she will take my word.

"You're starting to scare me, Clara," she told me, "What happened?"

"Will you or will not believe me?!" I repeated the question again, staring right into her eyes to show her that I was indeed serious.

Her eyebrows scrunched up together but she nodded nonetheless, "Now tell me what it is."

Taking a deep breath, I clenched my fists to my side before I finally admitted, "Will's having an affair with Mrs. Matthews."

She froze for a moment, letting my words sink in. I expected that she would be shock, and to be honest, I was ready to be her shoulder to cry on, as awkward it may be.

Then, she rapidly blinked her eyes and as I stared into them, I saw how empty they were. As if the true happiness was sucked out of her system, and perhaps, it was something I failed to notice all this time. She let her other desires control her life, and now, it's turning its back onto her.

But then, to my complete surprise, she rolled her eyes before turning back to the kitchen, "That's not really something to joke about."

I gaped at her accusation before I rushed to follow her, "I'm telling the truth."

"Will is a good man," she said to me, "He's not someone to do that."

I held back a snort. Oh believe me, he is. Does she have any idea that when she's not here, Will and I deliberately avoid each other? It's not that hard considering the size of this house, but still, he knows that I was suspicious of him and I was well aware that he didn't like the extra baggage that my mom brought from her previous marriage.

It was freaking obvious, this guy wants a clean slate and the fact that I tagged along with my mom instead of moving with dad displeased him. When he was in charge of looking after me, he wouldn't care if I strut out of the house right in front of him at the middle of the night.

When I was a freshman, my mom was still extremely careful of my whereabouts so I couldn't leave that much when she was here. Not that I minded back then, I was still a baby compared to the populars.

But since I joined the cheer team, I started getting invited to the different house parties. Mom wasn't so keen on letting me do so and I just shrugged it off and stayed in my room. Then when during the times mom had to be out and Will was the one staying, I couldn't take being alone in the same roof as him.

I told him I was going to a party and he didn't even protested, he just waved me off.

The end results? I came home the next day with a horrible migraine. Will had the audacity to lie to mom and say that I snuck out instead of telling him.

My first reaction? This guy is one sick bastard.

"You can even ask Evan," I spoke, trying to convince this thickheaded woman, "He was there with me when I caught Will and his mom."

"Mrs. Matthews is a nice friend of mine, she wouldn't do that to our marriage," she once again, refused to believe me.

"I thought you said you'll believe me," I slumped.

"Clara, all you have been doing is lying recently," she turned to me, "Now go back upstairs to your room and do your homework."

So that was literally it? Nothing, not even a hinge of doubt over her husband. This conversation took less than five minutes. I mean, I'm quite glad I didn't have to do that compromising thing where I have to comfort her and then once again, watch as she goes through another divorce. But come on! I'm telling the truth here!

This ain't the boy who called wolf.

My eyes turned into slits before I an idea popped into my head. Smirking, I told her, "Sure, I'll go upstairs."

Picture a vase in your head. That vase has a crack, and that crack was slowly travelling throughout, getting bigger and bigger. A few more hits and it will break; now, compare the vase to me and my sanity.

I admit, I'm slowly losing it.

When I got up, I discarded my bag into my room before I headed to the master's. I was rarely in here and I would like it to remain it that way – this time is the only exception.

Those two will get a taste of what happens if you neglect your teenage daughter.

She was right, I did have a long streak of rebellion, and if she was going to that approach on me, then you better be prepared.

Getting into their walk in closet, I grinned mischievously as I grabbed everything they owned that was white. Walking into the ensuite, I dumped everything into the bathtub and turned on the tap before heading to one of the cabinets. I know for a fact that my mom dyes her blonde hair into a brown color every now and then.

Taking out the box of dye, I looked at it before shrugging. Grabbing the bottles of both the bleach and the actual color, I squeezed all of their contents into the bathtub. Once it was reaching its limit, I turned off the water before heading back into their room.

Now what other damage I can do here?

When I opened one of the bedside drawers, I cringed when I saw the box of condoms down there. Oh my dear Will, you wouldn't need this when I'm done with you. I'll fucking castrate you with how frustrated I am.

Going back into my room, I grabbed a pair of scissors and all the cans of spray paint that I brought home from school.

Taking the box of condoms, I took a big pile from my hands and did one big cut in the middle. I made sure almost all of the foil packets were obviously tampered with before I placed it back into the drawer and closing it shut.

Shaking a can of paint, I pulled off the blanket before aiming it at their white bedsheets, creating random patterns on it with the red paint. Once satisfied, I placed the blanket back on it again and no one will know until they get in it.

Back into the closet, I took the black and blue paint, each on one hand. Shaking them, I did long streaks across, making sure almost every article of clothing were touched by the paint. Bending down, I also did the shoes that were lined up on the floor.

That's for Will messing up with my family and that's for mom not believing her own daughter.

The crack was getting bigger.

Closing the closet then shutting off the lights in the bathroom, I ran back into my room. From the first look, nothing has changed, but once they open the right things, they will learn their lesson.

Once I sat back down on my bed, I turned to my side and stared at the single pink carnation that Gray gave me. I placed it on a vase right by the window, a constant reminder of how fucked up this is.

He told me I had a chance when he still have Erin wrapped around his little finger. I never answered him when he asked me if he was the one who had a chance with me, for even I don't want to know the reply to that.

My phone started ringing and I started scrambling around to look for it. Once I got it in my hand, I accepted the call and pressed it up against my ear, "Clara here."

"So I was thinking since the last time we won, we didn't celebrate," was the first thing the other person said. Of course, I knew it was Vivian just from her voice, but a hello would be nice, "How about we party at my house after the competition on Friday? My parents are away to attend their friend's wedding or something."

From the way I've been a buzzkill for the team recently, I think I should just ride on with their crazy request this time.

"Sure," I answered, "Sounds fun."

"Finally!" she suddenly yelled, making me instinctively hold my phone away, "You've been so depressing lately, I thought that I would have to start avoiding you."

Such a true friend... not.

"By the way, you should have told us that you were already going out with the brother," she snickered.

Brother?

"You know, Evan Matthews," she reminded, "Pretty good catch, Clara."

I shot up from my bed and gaped at the phone as if it was Vivian herself, "What?!"

"You know, the picture on the group chat," she said in a duh tone, "Someone from the volleyball team took it."

I rushed to my desk where my laptop was sitting on. Quickly logging in, I opened our group chat and I gasped when I saw the picture of Evan and I sitting there together when we were at One-Eighty Degrees. That was the time after I managed to get the chocolate cake for the two of us so our mood was definitely lighter and the both of us were smiling.

Without context, it definitely looked like we were on a date.

Crap, this was not supposed to happen.

"We're not going out!" I said to her, trying to mend this huge rip, "He was just helping me with..."

"With?" she urged.

"...Homework," I muttered the first word that entered my mind.

I could practically see her rolling her eyes at my blatant excuse, "You're passing all of your subjects, next lie."

Alright, let's take the bitchy route.

"Look, whatever's between him and me is none of your business," I told her, my voice going back to the usual dictator-ish tone, "If I hear anyone else outside of the team knowing about this, you're all dead to me."

"Chill," she spoke, "You're too overprotective. If I didn't know any better, you might have just fallen for him."

"I'm not in love with him," I scoffed, leaning against my desk chair.

She hummed in response before firing back another assumption, "Then he likes you?"

I was so taken aback by her words that I didn't manage to answer back. The fact that I took more than a second to answer was enough for her to accuse, "He does!"

"He doesn't!" I've been amazing at lying recently – just saying.

No wonder my mom didn't believe me.

"Clara Harper!" speak of the devil. Mom's booming voice suddenly sounded through the second floor, her tone demanding and extremely mad.

Oh did they find my surprise yet?

"Got to go," I said, "I'm going to deal with the parents."

"Wait-" she tried to stop me from going but I quickly hung up, placing my phone on my desk before standing. I fixed my hair and dusted off my jeans before strutting out as slow as I can.

The two adults were standing by their bedroom and once again, they called out my name. I slickly slid into the room, giving them the most innocent smile, "Yes, my dear darling birth giver?"

She showed me the open closet and the disaster that I have made in there. Will, on the other hand, exited their bathroom with the wet clothes that were now tinted in a horrible brown color.

With my smile still not wavering, I commented, "Lovely piece of art, if I may say so myself. Plus, brown is so your color."

The two were now fuming, Will dropped the clothes onto the carpet and I raised a brow. Mr. Will, that's a bad idea. Not only do you have to get rid of those clothes, but now the carpet as well. And let me tell you, that carpet that they have was not cheap.

Then again, so are their clothes and perhaps their bedding. The condoms? Pfft... those were as cheap as Will's personality.

"I'm confiscating your keys and your credit cards," mom huffed as she walked past me.

Will had a steel hard glare on me and as mature as I was, I flipped him off before following my mother as she marched into my room and started looking around for my keys and wallet. The fact that she hasn't been here for almost a year didn't help her a bit. Plus, I took extra precaution, I scattered all my credit cards all over the room.

I only really bring two cards out of the four that I own. So therefore, if she ever manages to get her hands on my wallet, I still have another two to work with. My car? Simple, I could either call any of the girls for a ride or I can just get their keys which I know they hide from me at the right drawer near the full-body mirror in their room.

Be observant and you're going to run into less problems.

She managed to find my purse and she took my wallet, opening it and snatching the two cards from there. I just stood there by the door, picking on my nails as I watched her with the most uninterested expression I can muster.

Once again, the crack was getting bigger and bigger.

When she managed to fish for my keys, she quickly got out, thinking she got the victory. Stepping in and shutting the door with my foot, I went into my closet and reached above, feeling around until my fingers made contact with the plastic. I looked at the credit card and nodded in satisfaction before going to my bed. Bending down, I looked under my fluffy rug and took out the second credit card.

They'll find out in a month when they get the bill, but by then, they would have cooled down.

My phone then dinged, signaling that I got a notification. Walking to it, I checked what it was and I titled my head to the side in confusion when it said that Evan sent me several pictures.

Now what could this be? Judging from everything that was happening, I'm guessing this isn't going to be good.

Opening the messenger, I gasped at the things he sent me.

'Look what Erin sent me, she found it when she borrowed mom's phone.'

The pictures were a bunch of photos of Mrs. Matthews and Will. And from their poses, they were getting too cozy for being 'just friends'. One has his lips attached to her neck as she smiled at the camera, some I presumed was during the 'emergency business trip' where they looked like a tourist couple posing in front of different landmarks.

I know one thing now, Erin definitely knows about the affair.

'You okay?' I typed.

While I waited for him to respond, I forwarded everything to Will. If he wants the right to get mad, he's not getting it.

'Yeah.' Was Evan's reply.

My phone dinged again and I smirked when I saw that it was Will. When I opened it, I felt my mood getting lifted. Looks like I'll be getting my privileges back earlier than I expected.

'Credit cards and keys will be on the coffee table tomorrow morning, just don't tell your mother.'

Check and mate, Will.

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