I'm The Geek Who Slapped A Football Player.

41 - Last Link To My Sanity

Frankly, I'd like to lock myself in the bathroom with my fucking cats and not come out until today was done.

This entire afternoon has been one irritating, maddening and flat out stupid clusterfuck. Honestly, it feels like The Universe decided to be a dick and cram my life into a blender and smash the switch to SuperFrigginHigh or something! Why the hell else would I have to bring Sebastian too my damned house to finish a homework project??

When I'd come home from school - already ticked off and worried - my Mom had showed up not ten minutes later and pounced on me, peppering me with questions, yelling at me, hugging me, and then frantically shouting what a disaster the house was when she spotteded one dirty dish on the dining room table. My mom never handles anything impromptu well, and something of this magnitude basically just kicked her off her boat and into the stormy seas without a damn life jacket (or at least that's how I imagine it is for her, I don't fucking know).

And when Dad came home my mom all but tackled him (just about knocked his glasses off!), babbling incoherently ('Rodney Rodney Rodney...!! Clarisse--!! Our DAUGHTER--!! A b-boy...coming to the house-- A BOY--'), and then stopped herself, throwing me a weird as hell look over her shoulder, and then dragging him into the kitchen where she spoke almost quietly (her voice would fluctuate between whispering and whisper-screaming) to him for at least five minutes.

I'd heard my dad comforting my hysterical mother (puke puke puke) and then he'd come out of the kitchen with a satisfied smirk and a sly twinkle in his eye. "So BrainBean," He'd said, "Bringing a boy home?"

My face had gone red and I'd snapped, "No. My partner for a project! For homework." Sebastian is no BOY. He is an insanely annoying gorgeous piece of fricking evil man!! (Shit...)

Dad had already been wandering upstairs, still smirking at me. "Alright, alright. We can't wait to meet him." That little sentence had caused a completely stricken expression to cross my mom's face, and she'd zoomed up after him, hissing something that sounded like 'Rodney you don't mean--'

That had been more than enough fucking stress, but then Scarlett had been texting me too, and helped remind me of something else just as annoying, but ten times more horrifying:

The Coronation.

I'd waited until my mom had come back downstairs - she'd looked haunted by whatever her and my dad had been talking about(which freaks me the fuck out. Do they seriously think that I'm bringing a boy over just for the hell of it?!), but had given me a weak but skittish smile - and was organizing the mail before I told her about the meeting at school today.

I think I'd nearly killed her.

She nearly went over after her face had blanched, and then she was laughing in a mildly hysterical way and hugged me again. "Oh honey I knew you'd get to be apart of it!" I couldn't decide whether she sounded excited or panicked.

That conversation even included Scarlett, who had so kindly called me to ask if I wanted to go shopping with her tomorrow after school for my ulp, DRESS... And my mother quickly snapped back into aggravating Mother Mode and said that she would be coming along as well. I'd been nearly ready to give her a piece of my mind on that note (UM NO MOM. NO.) but Scarlett had very easily agreed, saying she'd been about to invite her anyways. Also, she had a purple dress of her older sister Ruby's that she wondered if I wanted to try on.

I'd had to sit down at the kitchen table and explain what was all going to have to go on Friday to my Mom, then part way through she'd screamed at my dad to come downstairs and I'd had to re-explain it all again (this frankly seemed to just excite my Dad more, and my Mother was simultaneously looking like she was about ready to just faint or explode).