Once Upon A Push

Chapter 9: I'm a better COD player, face it.

“Now, tell me what you guys talked about.” I demanded. Christy looked taken back by my abrupt emotional change.

“Well… I yelled at him for taking you there even when you didn’t want to go, getting you drunk and angry, and not driving you home. I also told him to just leave you alone.” She said shrugging.

“What did he say?” I enquired.

“He said that he honestly didn’t mean to make you angry and he just wanted you to have fun, and you wouldn’t let him drive you home because you wouldn’t even let him walk you to the car never mind sit inside a car for half an hour. He just wants to talk to you so he can apologize. But he said he’s making no promises to leave you alone anytime soon.” She winked, wriggling her eyebrows suggestively. I tossed a pillow at her, annoyed.

"I hate you.” I muttered under my breath as she dodged the pillow skillfully.

“You love me!” She shouted in a singsong tone.

“You wish, where’s my mom?” I asked, sighing.

“She left to get some groceries and she told me to tell you that you need to get ready so you can go with her to visit her client.” She said, clicking away on her computer. I nodded.

“I’m not trying to be nosy, but who is this important client that you aren’t complaining about visiting; because you usually complain… a lot!” Christy blabbed annoyingly.

“Oh, it’s no one special.” I replied, re-brushing my hair. I made a hand gesture like it was no big deal when I’m sure my face gave it all away.

“Oh really?” She asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Yes really. It’s just the Angelo’s.” I replied, applying a layer of mascara.

“Angelo…Angelo… why does that sound familiar?” She asked, tapping her chin.

“There are a lot of Angelo’s in Morrison High.” I shrugged.

“Wait… Cyrus’s last name is Angelo. Your mom’s clients are Cyrus’s parents! Why didn’t you tell me? Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh! You saw his room! What color is it? Is it neat? Or is it the usual boy messy? Does he have posters? What music does he like?” She nearly screeched.

“That is why I didn’t tell you.” I replied, placing a clip in my hair.

“Answer my questions!” She said, crossing her arms. I let out a tired sigh.

“I did see his room, it is blue and black. It’s slightly messy, like a normal guy. He has a few posters, and he likes rock music.” I replied, puckering my lips for my chap stick.

“Wow. You’ve been in Cyrus Angelo’s room.” She said in amazement. I glared at her for a second before scoffing. I’m obviously not the first. And I’m definitely not the last.

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“Thanks a lot for getting me home!” I said to Christy who was walking to her car.

“No problem at all!” She replied, slamming her door and speeding off. I got in my car after my mom called and told me to meet her at the Angelo’s residence in my car.

I drove to the large house which I still wasn’t used to seeing. I looked at myself once more in the mirror, professional enough. My mom greeted me by my car door before yanking me out.

“You’re late.” She said, frowning.

“Sorry, let’s go.” I said, dropping my purse. I lifted it up to see my mom racing forward towards the door. Maybe she was just early.