Bring It On!

Chapter 3: "Define Guy Problems"

"Check" I laughed " And a well balanced meal."

She looked at the mixture of cookies, pop-tarts and chocolate in my hands, throwing a piece of chocolate as she laughed "Check, time to boogey." She said with an evil look on her face.

Nearly two hours later she was jumping on the sofa, ice cream cone in hand, about to break a hole through the fabric, singing "You're the one that I want, oooh the one that I want, Oh Oh Oh!"

"Who killed the cat!" I screamed over her awful singing, throwing popcorn at her from my place on the floor.

"Oh please, you wish you could sing like I do!"

"Only if I wanted to torture someone!"

"I would indeed be effective." She stated. She sat back down, calming down "Sooo...Anything new at school?"

"Nope." I said, popping the 'p'.

"Everything went fine with that boy? You want me try calling the school?"

"Mom, really it's fine. No need to get parents involved."

I saw a spark grow in her eyes, as she joined me on the floor. "Well, then daughter of mine, let me give you some motherly advice."

"Oh boy..."

"First, you must fight fire with fire."

"Mom..."

"Second, the secret to controlling men-"

"MOM!"

"Is to have them-"

"Mother of mine!" I screamed.

She jumped as if in surprise. "WhAt?"

"I'm fine!"

"Fine." She moved back to the sofa, sticking her bottom lip in a pout, as I picked up my book from the shelf. "I'll just sit here, and ignore you since I'm obviously NOT wanted."

She lasted a whole two minutes before turning back to me and whispering "Pssssh, Mia!" She return to her spot beside me and started poking me. "Um...Mia?"

"Yeah?"  I sighed, looking up from my book, noticing a worried look on her face.

"How would you feel if I, um..." She hesitated before spitting it all out "dated one of your teachers?"

"..."

"Mia?"

"What?!?" I screamed wiping my head around.

"Me, teacher, date?"

"Which one?!"

"The math one..."

"Mr.Pelletier?"

"Yes."

"When? How? WhAt?"

"He asked a few weeks ago at that parent curricular night. You know he's around my age, pretty good looking for it too" I snorted at that "and...well, I told him it was up to you, soo..."

 "You're asking my permission." I confirmed, placing the book on the coffee table.

"Nooo...duh?"

I looked down at my hands. This was weird, definitely weird, but he was a nice guy, at least as a teacher, except for the fact that he had no balls when it came to the boys. My mom needed a nice guy, and I know that it had been awhile since my mom had relationship. Most guys fled when they found out about me, having a daughter at 17 couldn't have been easy, and must have been lonely.