I do not love him (o3)

Matt was right, just because he hugged me didn’t mean the teasing would stop. In fact, it got worse. Today he actually put my book-bag in the dumpster. I had to pay some kid twenty bucks to fish around and find it. It’s a good thing I have a different book-bag at home to use.

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Mom comes home today.

Great…not

My mom hasn’t cared about me or Blair since dad died. She has been to busy with work to notice us, or cook for us for that matter. Blair does the laundry, and I clean his room, my room, and cook. That was the deal Blair and I made. It may sound like I have the bad side bad of the deal, but my room is always clean, and Blair’s only has clothes on the floor. Cooking is pretty easy if you have a cook book too. Also, I just flat-out hate laundry.

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“Hi mom” I said as cheerfully as I could when she came in.

“Blair go get the bags out of the car, will you?” She walked right past me in her navy-blue business suit, and put her brief-case by the closet. “Shay, can you go to the store and pick up a new blue sweater?” This is how she treats us when she gets home from a week-long business trip. She treats us like she treats her employees. She just doesn’t seem to know when to act like a mom, and when to act like a boss.

My mom is some kind of major boss in the fashion industry. She comes up with plans, goes to meetings, and orders people around all day. Then she comes home, and forgets to turn on her ‘caring-mother button’ and orders us around.

Isn’t my mom just a bundle of joy?

“Shay, when you go to the store, get navy-blue, not the crap sweater you bought last time.” Then she left the room to go shower.

“Love you too mom…” I muttered, and walked out the door to my car.

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My mom has a high paying job, so Blair and I get nice cars. Blair has a Hummer, and I have a Corvette. Nice isn’t it? We also have a three story house, counting the basement. I don’t really care about it, but Jezelle thinks different.

I walked into Old Navy, and walked to the women section. I found a navy-blue sweater, but decided to get a different shade of blue, just to make my mom mad.

I’m so evil. Muahaha…

I went over to the cashier’s desk, and put up my mom’s sweater, a pair of skinny jeans, a recycle shirt, and some cute magnets I found.

“Will that be all?” The cashier said looking board. She handed me a recite. Why did she ask that if she already scanned all the items?

“Yea,” I grabbed the bags and headed for the door, “thanks,” I muttered before I left.

I was got in my car, and drove away. As I was turning a corner, a car came out of no where. It was heading right for me, and I was cornered by the side of the road.

Holy crap!

I stopped the car, and hit my head on the steering wheel. The car swerved by me and crashed into a pole. I got out, and rand to see if the person in the other car was okay. I opened the door, and saw… Oh my dear lord. It was Jake Anderson. One of Blair’s best friends. His face was bleeding from somewhere. I pulled out my cell phone and called 911.

“911, what’s your emergency?”

“I wasinacarwreck, andJakeishurt!” I rushed out the words, so it sounded like one big blob.

“Calm down ma’am, what is your current location?” The women asked.

“Umm,” I looked around for a street name, “Union Street, I’m by there!” I was relived to know where I was, and that help was on the way.

(If you’re wondering, Union St. is a real place in San Francisco)

About an hour later, I arrived home. Blair looked worried, and mom looked angry when I walked in the door.

“Where were you,” my mom roared, “and where is my sweater?!” I got out the sweater and explained that I almost got into a car wreck, and that Jake Anderson was hurt.

“You got the wrong shade of blue.” My mom said bluntly.

“What the fuck is your problem mom?!” Blair yelled.

“Do not use that foul language with me mister!” Mom looks the angriest I’ve ever seen her.

“WHY NOT,” Blair boomed, “YOU’RE THE ONE WHO TREATS US LIKE CRAP!”

Mom looked taken back for a second, but regained composure. She quietly said, “I’m sorry if I’ve neglected you guys a little.” Her voice still held the most power.

Blair clamed down, and said, “Well, if you were sorry, you would’ve cared that Shay almost got in a wreck, and you would drive me to the hospital to see Jake.” His words were just dripping with hatred. “But I wouldn’t want to ruin whatever perfect life you think you’ve got going on for you.” Blair left slamming the door. I winced when the door hit the wood frame.

“Well…”my mom said in a shaky voice, clearly surprised that Blair had the guts to say that, “next time get a navy-blue sweater.”

I shook my head, “You really don’t give a shit about us do you?!” I can not believe that’s all she said. What is wrong with her? Before dad died, she would’ve been devastated that I almost got in a car crash. Now she doesn’t care at all?

I stormed upstairs shaking my head, and hoped my mom would cry. I really need someone to talk to. I’m going to call Jezelle.

Riiiiiiiiiiiiing Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiing…

“Hello?” Jezelle asked?

“Jezelle,” I said on the verge of tears, “meet me at the park.”

Instead of bombing me with questions, she agreed, and I went downstairs to the front door. Just as I turned the knob, my mom came up behind me and asked where I was going. I said I was going out and slammed the door in her face.

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“So she didn’t even care?” Jezelle asked. I had just told her the story of what happened.

“Yup, she doesn’t care about us anymore,” I stated.

“Shizzle it’s 9:34, I gotta get home Shay.”

“Okay, see you tomorrow at your place?”

“Sure, come over around 12 pm.” She hugged me then started walking home.

I walked the other way, partially crying, because my mom really didn’t care. It started snowing too.

The universe hates me, doesn’t it?

I wasn’t looking where I was walking, so I ran into a man.

“Sorry…” I begun, but saw it was Matt.

“Hey, butt munch.” He smiled, but it soon faded. “You okay?”

I’m not falling for his good boy charms, so shoved him away, and started walking home again.

“Shay,” he actually sounded concerned, “what’s your problem.”

“Life is my problem,” I said, but never stopped walking away.

“What happened?”

“NOTHING!” I stopped walking, and turned to look him straight in the eyes. “Actually, you’re my problem, along with my mom, and all sorts of things!!!” I was so mad, that I just blew up right in Matt’s face, and he looked hurt for a moment. Then after a couple seconds of silence, he turned away and walked home. I felt bad for a moment, but then decided that it would teach him a lesson.

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OKAY this chapter felt kinda long, so I’m stopping it here. The next chapter won’t be so depressing. But it will be in Matt’s P.O.V.

My song of the day is…………….. Remembering Sunday, by All Time Low. (It’s my favorite song right now…

I’ll write more chapters for anyone who likes this story, but I would like to get a few messages telling me if this story is good or not. Maybe a banner or two…idk…

But keep reading plz!