Losing Control Isn't Always Fun 4

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I was beyond pissed off when I went home. I considered looking her name up in the school directory and dropping by her house, but then I decided not to. She already thought that I was a stalker, this wouldn't help.

When I got home, I could hear my parents talking civilized for once. They were divorced, but my mom still continued to hang around here, much to my dad's displease.

I went to the kitchen to get myself a sandwich.

"Hey, honey," I heard my mom say.

I tried to forget about my Chemistry partner and put on a smile.

"Hey, mom," I said.

"How was your day?" she asked.

"Good," I said.

"I'm going to head out," she said.

"Okay," I said. "See you later."

"Oh, and tell your father that he's a bastard," she said nonchalantly.

I frowned.

"Yeah," I said. "Sure."

I shook my head as the door slammed shut.

"Was that your mother? She is such a-" my father started, coming into the kitchen.

"Save it, Dad," I said, carrying my dinner upstairs to my room.

I tried turning on the television but it wasn't working to distract me.

I grabbed my cell phone again, fed up with avoiding it. I scrolled through dialed numbers until I found hers.

It rang twice before she answered.

"Hello?" she asked. She seemed impatient and irritated.

"You blew me off," I said.

"Dominic?" she asked. I took a breath. She already thought I was a jerk. I might as well not make it worse.

"Yeah," I said.

"Max, stop," she said, obviously not talking to me anymore.

Max? Boyfriend, maybe?

"You blew me off to be with your boyfriend?" I asked.

"More like I forgot while I was working double time," she said.

"Oh," I said.

"And Max isn't my boyfriend," she said.

"Who is he?" I asked, intrigued.

"You don't need to know," she said, defensive. It had been a long day. I was running out of patience.

"Tomorrow, my house," I said. "After school."

"Bu-" she started.

"After work, then," I said. "Figure it out."

I knew I probably just totally ruined any chance that I had to get to know her, but I was pissed off.


After I hung up, I went back to Max.

"Bedtime," I said. "Now."

"But it's only-"

"Max," I said, my voice stern. "Now."

"What happened, Ree?" he asked, his large, innocent eyes peering up at me with concern.

"Nothing," I said, taking a deep breath. "Just a boy from school."

"Are you in love with someone like I am? Like Julia Burnsteins?" he asked.

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