In a weak attempt to run from her past, Valley moves away from home after she graduates high school. She keeps to herself in this new small town like she plans and she thinks she is doing fine this way. That is until she comes across a boy who won't...
I'm a total sucker for 90's grunge so that's why there is no much GGD and Matchbox 20 in the playlist. but who doesn't love the Goo Goo Dolls???
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As I was walking to my car after class, planning to head over to Wes and Flynn's apartment for a low key night, my phone started ringing in my back pocket. I pulled it out, already knowing who was calling.
"Hey, mom."
"Hey, V. What time is it there."
"I don't know. Like, 7. Why?"
"Just wondering. Are you out of class for the night?"
"Yeah, do you need something?"
"I want to talk to you about something."
"We talk almost every day. Can we talk tomorrow? I have plans in a little bit."
"Don't you have homework?"
I rolled my eyes at her. "Those are my plans," I fibbed, hoping she wouldn't catch the irritation in my voice.
"I want to talk to you about your classes," my mom started, ignoring my request to have this conversation another time.
Oh, shit.
I panicked, thinking she found out I was lying to her about my classes and what I was studying. I didn't know how she could have figured it out, though. Sadie would never snitch on me, especially not about something this serious and important to me.
"So I know you like to push yourself-"
Liar. She doesn't know anything.
She pushed you.
"-and you stay at the top of your class in every class you take-"
We all know you only did that because she would manipulate you into guilt and shame if you weren't at the top.
Somehow it's bad parenting on her part if you get less than an A, even if she knew she was crushing you.
"But I'm afraid you aren't getting all you need out of your school. Are you sure you're doing your best and these classes aren't too easy for you? You seem to have an awful lot of free time."
"You're afraid I'm not being hard enough on myself?" I sneered.
"Well, I'm not there to monitor you. Maybe you should transfer back home to one of the colleges out here, like Santa-"
Fight.
I stopped walking and cut off her excuse angrily. "Monitor me?" I scoffed. That was bold ever for her. "I'm an adult, I don't need you to babysit me. Just because you're not here to breathe down my neck, you're afraid I'm slacking off? You don't think you did your job as a parent to drill into me the work ethic of someone who stresses themselves to the extent they break down and cry themselves to sleep when it gets to be too much? You don't think you taught me good grades equals love from my parent? That an A is worth more than sleep and a healthy diet?"
