The Boyfriend Diaries

10) Do I have to call your mother?

Chapter Ten: Do I have to call your mother?

    “My parents are going on holiday to Canada today,” was Melissa latest excuse as I dragged her sorry backside down the school hallway, my fingers dug into her forearm. She pulled as hard as she could, her sneakers squeaking across the vinyl flooring, the kind of sound I'd expect to come from a mouse caught within the wheel of a bike. “They can't leave until I go home. I'm in charge of Charlie while they're gone! I can't help you today, sorry. Gotta go!”

    “Nice try, Liss. Your dad's at work and your mum's at home as usual, they aren't going anywhere.” I rolled my eyes, the muscles in my arms starting to burn from yanking Melissa's reluctant body. I didn't know how much longer I could keep this up for.

    “Yes they are! They're going to Canada I tell you!” She screamed, groaning as she pulled and wrestled against my hold even more. It was a good job school was out and most of the teachers and students had gone home otherwise we would have gathered quite a crowd with Melissa's dramatics. Honestly, and they say I'm bad?

    I stopped, but still kept a hold of her knowing she would bolt at any moment. I glared at Melissa as she brushed her hair from her face with the little dignity she had left, she then stuck her chin out at me in pure defiance.

    “Do I have to call your mother?” I warned, giving her the stern eyebrow. “You know what she'll do if she finds out you've been spreading porkie-pies around school, that your parents are so irresponsible and mean that they're ditching a young teenager to cope with her baby brother, for weeks on end with nobody to look after them?”

    Melissa's lip twisted menacingly. I smirked and reached back into my jean pocket to pull out my phone, scrolling through my contacts slowly.

    “No!” Melissa lunged for the phone. “No! Don't ring her. Fine. Do what you will with me, but I'm not going to be very happy about it!”

    I grinned widely and proceeded to drag her with me down the hall, Liss had no fight left in her.

    “Honestly, Liss. I don't know why you even bother, you never win.” I couldn't help but gloat. Behind me I could hear her muttering curses under her breath, calling me every name under the sun. Nothing new there.

    “Shay! Melissa!” Came a shout from behind us. Both of us froze instantly and turned to see who was calling for our attention, and as soon as I saw that it was Adam I sprinted forward with Melissa, and ducked into the girls' bathroom before he could take my ginger minion away from me.

    Out of breath Melissa said, “What are you doing, Shay, you crazy woman! Why did you run from Adam?”

    “Cause he would have taken you off me, and I need you right now. Now, come on. Get in there.” I shoved her into the disabled toilet cubicle and locked the door behind me. Melissa's face was burning red from being battered about like a rag doll but I didn't give it much thought. She'd get over it I'm sure.

    “Clothes!” I hurried, and she puffed out a sigh of frustration, blowing the fringe from her face as she delved into her school bag and pulled out a new outfit. Now, I had no help in the clothes she had picked, they were from her own wardrobe, right at the back in a bag labeled PARTY COSTUMES. I instantly regretted it.

    “I am not wearing that!” My eyes nearly fell out of my head as I saw for the first time the style that my third disguise was supposedly into. Black leopard print leggings, a tight-fitting white top with some kind of Gothic design and patterns, and the highest black heels I had ever seen.

    “Why not?” Melissa frowned, looking back and forth at me and then the shreds of clothing in her arms. Then her face changed, an expression that could only be described as devious. She was about to give me a taste of my own medicine. “Oh, right. I see. Yeah, you're right. You can't wear this. Oh well. We'll just have to go home and do this another day. What a shame, I was really looking forward to-”