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For the rest of that day, I stuck pretty much to myself, even forgoing the loud, busy cafeteria at lunch for a quieter hang out; and besides, I wasn't that hungry anyway. I skipped the rest of the day. I wasn't feeling the unity of geometric shapes in math..
Or the atom's pull in science, either, for that matter.
No one missed me, which was good, but I think the school still called home. Not that it mattered.
I came home with good grades.
That was really all my StepTyrant and her consort, aka my Father; cared about.
Get good grades and stay out of fights.
Apollo had long since joined the Jock/Cool guy clique, and I had long since began pretending he was invisible, even though he began to make it a habit of knocking me into the lockers when he strutted past everyone else.
Jerk.
My home life wasn't too dramatic. Note the sarcasm.
Dad worked super late, doing whatever it was he did in Las Vegas, as a construction grunt, and the StepTyrant was too pampered to lift a finger at home, leaving everything shy of cooking to us. We were teenagers, so you can imagine how well that worked. Nada, zip, zero.
The day finally came where we were all supposed to begin unpacking boxes and setting up our new home, but as usual it became a life and death struggle. Apollo and I didn't do a single thing; StepTyrant expected us to do her work, screeching high enough it put a ringwraith to shame.
the cycle was thus:
StepTyrant raised her voice and screeched at us. We just put our respective headphones in; I to my Xbox, Apollo to his IPod, and cranked the volume.
She stomped around and threw a hissy fit, practically screamed herself blue in the face.
We ignored her.
She spat like an angered cobra and threatened to call our father.
Ha ha, like that would ever work...
No reaction from me.
No reaction from Apollo.
And not a single fuck was given from either of us that day. The sun went down, and Donna was still yelling. I was deep in an Assassination memory. I didn't even hear her anymore.
Finally, she snatched her cigarettes from the counter and swept from the room like she always did, tired of the drama. She stormed outside, to puff the whole pack and calm down.
Unfortunately, with a chain smoker like her, that didn't take too long and she'd be back, her absurdly priced high heels clicking on the wooden flooring.
The difference was, this time, she practically waltzed back into the living room. I frowned. What the hell?
"Oh you'd never guess who I just ran into!" She gushed, doing an honest to god twirl.
Apollo and shared a look over our devices.
Oh great. Not another one...
Men were constantly trying to get lucky with Donna. I hated her guts, but for the sake of my dad, this prospective adulterer needed to be dealt with now.
I slipped a 'teenage GTFO' glare onto my face and applied it liberally to the visitor, who smiled, his dark brown eyes penetrating straight through my animosity As he appeared at the doorway. He grinned crookedly, then followed my stepmother into the kitchen, where she was humming something cheerful.
I did a double take, setting my controller down.
Was that...?
Oh hell no!
Jerry Dandrige was in my house.
I got up from the couch and followed him into the kitchen. I didn't trust our creepily attractive neighbour. I didn't trust my step mother as a rule of thumb anyway.
Leaving the two of them alone was a terrible idea.
The StepTyrant flitted around like a hummingbird, coyly smiling at our guest and blushing like a schoolgirl. It was the most pathetic flirt attempt I had ever seen, and Jerry Dandrige seemed to be of the same mind, because he kept that amused smile on his face the entire time.
I glared at the back of his head as they chitchatted, made small talk. finally, they both seemed to notice me. Jerry gave another diamond smile as he looked me over. "Rosalie's spoken a lot about you," He almost purred. I frowned, but the ass cut me off, focussing that dark brown stare on her. "She says you're a good cook."
Donna, melted beneath that gaze. "Oh, well.. Hee hee.. Yes, I suppose I am.."
I left them to whatever the hell they were doing and flopped back onto the couch. I snatched up my controller and dove back into my game.
I narrowed my eyes, tensing up a little as on the screen, Altaïr jumped bridges, leaped over guards and assassinated my target. I allowed myself an indulged smile. It was perfect...
"Whatcha playing?"
"AHH HOLYFUCK!" I fell off the couch, flailing as my heart rate spiked. I fell off, and it was embarrassing, since the only time I swore was when I was scared or really angry, and that was one of those times.
Jerry Dandrige leaned against the back of my couch, watching the T.V screen avidly, showing no knowledge of the heart attack he had almost given me. "I've seen that game before," he frowned, thinking, "Assassin..."
I took a deep breath before returning to the couch, leaning as far away from my new observer as possible. "Assassin's Creed."
He snapped his fingers and straightened, making me jump a second time. "That's the one! Wish I could jump like that."
I nodded almost like I cared, and went back to my game. This guy was getting on my nerves... He smirked, and leaned over my shoulder as I returned to my assassination.
I turned very, very slowly and glared Him down. "Excuse me, do you need something?"
Apollo swore in the background as a box landed on his foot. Jerry's eyes glinted as he responded innocently. "Just watching."
"Can you give me some space? Please? And aren't you supposed to be helping us set up our stuff?"
He moved a bit to the side, but kept talking. "I'll get to work later, don't worry. So, where's your dad?"
I rolled my eyes while my unwelcome visitor lounged against the back of my couch like he owned it, and frowned.
I was an inch away from punching his stupid smirk...
"Working. He'll be home soon."
"Ah."
I returned my gaze to the cutscene now playing, resisting the urge to tell him to go away.
"Your stepmother is very nice."
"Oh?" That inch was shrinking...
"She invited me over for dinner. That alright with you?"
WHAT?
I paused my game and stood, placing one hand on my hip in what my father liked to call the 'oh no you didn't,' pose. That was crossing the line, Donna.
"Why are you asking me?"
Seriously? Dinner? StepTyrant, you cheating-
Jerry just crossed his arms as he stood. "Because you seem the only one in this family who would have a problem if you weren't told beforehand."
He had a point there, and I disliked him even more for that.
I frowned even more, and crossed my arms also. "Yeah, you can have dinner with us."
He flashed that dazzling smile again, the same one he had given me the first night.
"You're too kind."
You're too weird.
I shut down my Xbox and left him there without another word. I was done socializing. I fled to the safety of my room and slammed the door shut, making sure people knew I was in a crappy mood.
"Aaarghhhh! I wish we never moved here, Roo!" I raged, kicking my teddybear clear across my room.
My calico cat just purred. I flopped facedown onto my pillow, then flipped onto my back and stared at the ceiling.
No way was I going back down there. No flipping way.
I closed my eyes and tried to relax my tense muscles.
And almost like a wall of nothing descending onto my face, sleep hit me.