Chapter 17:The apple never falls far from the tree

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“You should be in homeroom” I said walking into school, the halls were empty as everyone was in homeroom.

“I was waiting for you” he said hurrying to catch up with me.


“We need to talk about what happened between us when we kissed”

I exhaled noisily “Blake leave me alone. I’ve got enough going on in my life without this”

“What’s going on? You can talk to me” or get into my pants was what he really meant as he slid his hand down my arm and taking my hand in his, which I shook off.

“What part of leave me alone don’t you get?” he was now getting on my nerves and if he knew me at all he would back off before I snapped.

So what if I was a little unstable? Some people found that appealing.

“You don’t get it, I can’t stop thinking about you and your gorgeous red lips”

“You are so cheesy. Go and date a cheerleader or something”

“They don’t have your red lips”

“You know what the color red symbolizes?”


“Red is the color of danger, take me seriously when I say that if you don’t get out of my face right now, I might mess up that beautiful face of yours”

He just smiled “I’ll see you later”

“No you won’t”

He grinned wide and ran a hand through his golden boy hair “You want me”

“Not even in your dreams” I said heading for homeroom. Knowing he was checking me out as I walked.

All Miss Phillips said when I walked in was “Principle Stanley would like to see you  in his office”

I took my time getting there and when I got sent in, is sat in the chair, propping my feet up on the other beside mine.

“Can you explain to me why you didn’t attend either of your detentions?”

“I had family problems” I said blowing a bubble with my gum then pooping it loudly against my teeth.

Yeah and unloving mother, runaway father and well-my brother was the only one who cared but he’d be off to Uni soon anyway. I think that was a good enough excuse really, not that I was going to use it though.

Stanley frowned, his thick grey eyebrows low down over his eyes, I had the urge to whip out my tweezers then thought better of it, and it meant I had to get near his face…not my idea of fun to say the least…

“What kind of family problems?”

“I’m not gonna tell you that am I?”

“You’re going to have to give me a good reason for not adding another week on top of the detentions you already have”

“Knock yourself out” there was no way I was going to admit how screwed up my life had become, not even to Reed. He didn’t know what mom had said to me and how it had made me feel…I hated feelings with a passion.

“I don’t think you understand Katrina. If I have any more trouble from you then it’s suspension. I have been considerate regarding your current situation and that your mother is one of the highest contributors to the school funds. After suspension it’s expulsion”

Now that sparked up my interest and I put my feet down to face him properly “My current situation?”

“Your…the absence of your father”

“Absence? You make it sound like he’s gone on vacation. He left us, that’s what you mean right?”

Stanley seemed surprised “You don’t seem upset about that”

I snorted “Why should I be upset? He didn’t love us enough to stay. He made his choice and I’m not going to be sad about it” Lie.

 I couldn’t tell anyone how it used to make me feel when I woke up every morning and dad wasn’t there, urging me to get up so I didn’t feel like I’d wasted a day in bed.

How I got a thudding pain in my chest when I walked past mom’s room and I couldn’t see any of his things, how this feeling hurt so much it almost felt numb.

 It may not make sense but that is how it felt.

The only way to make it stop was by pretending not to care, eventually it became easier and that pain went away to be replaced by anger, hurt and recklessness.

“I want you to see the school counselor if you are having problems at home”

“No thanks, I don’t need an over paid shrink to tell me how to feel”

“The counselor is here to help, not to tell you how to feel”

“Either way I’m not seeing one”

He began writing on a piece of paper as he spoke “Well then you have no reason not to attend a lunch time detention on top of your two week after school ones”

“Whoop” I cheered; sarcasm prominent in my voice.

“Off you go to your first class, you’re late already” and handed me the slip of paper he had just been writing on. I glanced at it and saw that it was a note which I gave to Mrs Ryan in calculus.

I texted Cass and Reed during the lesson, letting them know that I had a detention at lunch.

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