"Not good enough!" my mother exclaims tapping her foot on the ground as she reads my progress report.
"Mom, I only have one B." I say calmly. "I could be a way worse child, stop getting so worked up about this!"
"I'm not comparing you to other children though, you can do better than this." she shakes her head. At this i leave the family room and stomp up to my room.
By the way, my name Nicole Davidson, I'm a junior in high school, and I'm basically a perfect child. Really. I have all As - except for english. I do track, cross country and soccer. I do whatever my parents tell me to without a complaint. I have never had an ounce of alcohol - or even been to a party for that matter. I mean, the list goes on, but whatever I do is not enough for my parents.
This is the millionth time that I have gotten yelled at for something so stupid. I could be some alcoholic whore like half the girls in my school, but no, I choose to spend lunch times the library doing homework and yet I get into trouble.
So now here I am, sitting on my bed, tearing up, because I can't handle the pressure and the unfairness of this all. And that is when I decided to piss off my parents. I had never actually considered rebelling until now. And that is exactly what I would do - but how.
And then it hit me. I could dye my hair some exotic color but my parents could make me dye it back. I could get a million piercings, but my parents could make me take them out. But if I dated someone they hated, could they really stop me?
I didn't see how and so my mind was set. I knew just who I would choose.
So Matt Carson has been my next door neighbor since I was born. Despite that, I never actually talked to the guy. Mainly because when we were little my parents forbade me from talking to him because he was an absolute disaster of a child and as we grew up my parents forbade me because he was a total man whore/pot head.
This is why he was perfect. And so I went on over to his house.
Let me get started by saying that I'm shy. If you don't talk to me first, then I won't talk to you. Which is why it is crazy that I just walked up to his house and knocked on his door asking to speak to Matt. His mom raised an eyebrow - I obviously wasn't the type of girl that Matt hung out with.
I mean it's not that I was ugly - because I like to think I'm not that bad. I have longish brown hair and really dark brown eyes - all together my face goes together pretty well, but I suppose it's the fact that my fit 5"7 body wasn't being flaunted in the too-little clothing that would be worn on a girl who was Matt's type. But whatever right?
And then there he was.
Matt Carson. I have never been so close to the boy in my entire life. Did he even know I was his neighbor?
He stepped outside and closed his front door.
"You're that girl." he said pointing at my house unsure of his statement.
"Yea, umm..." I just stared at him. Boy was he gorgeous! Let me set one thing straight. I do not drool over guys. Ever. But if I did, then Matt Carson would definitely be drool-worthy.
At 5'11... Or so I'm guessing. With black hair, dark green eyes and perfect bone structure - I mean the boy looked like a god. Which was besides the point! Maybe this was a bad idea? You know I could just study harder for an A in english. Aw hell! I'm already here!
"Okay," I said clearing my mind. "Can we walk for a bit?" he shrugged but followed me as we walked away from his house.
"Look, I need some help with something," I started unsure of exactly how to put it. He was looking at me with a questioning face. "Not much of a talker," I mumbled. He chuckled.
"It's been 17 years and I have never heard you talk before. I'm just confused." he said slowly with a grin still on his face.
"I know!" I said with a little bit too much enthusiasm. "See the thing is, I wasn't allowed to, for various reasons but thats besides the point."
"My parents don't... I mean I need you to..." oh god this was going to be harder than I thought.
"Spit it out." he said.
"Will you go out with me?" I said quickly. He just stared at me and I thought through what I just said.
"No, that's not what I meant. Not really. Just to piss off my..." then I stopped again. What if he got mad at me for using him?
"Your parents?" he asked grinning his stupid grin again.
"I'll pay you." I said hoping by some miracle he would say yes. He shook his head. Damn! I knew this was a bad idea!