To say school that week was exiting was an understatement. Monday I was shocked by the amount of teenage girls who where willing to sell their soul to me for a lock of Bill's hair or a dreadlock from Tom. A lot of the male student body whistled at me when I walked through the halls, which got annoying after the first three times. Oh, and I forgot to mention the several girls who tried to kill me or bitch me out for 'stealing their true love'. By the end of the day I was under the impression that our entire school read the newspaper. My most interesting conversation was with Mrs. Georgiana:
"Elliot, I would like to speak to you for a moment." She said at the end of voice class.
"Uh yeah sure Mrs. George." I replied.
"I'm afraid I read the newspaper Sunday morning and I have something I would like to say about it" I rolled my eyes, the last person I wanted to know about my relationship status was my antique voice teacher.
"Uh… Okay?"
"Now, I may seem like your slumpy old voice teacher, but I have been around. When I used to star on Broadway, and I know what its like to work with singers. In fact, I dated a few of them myself…"
Oh. My. God.
"Uh, Mrs. George? I thing I have to go…" I say quickly. I had to get out of this conversation. Now.
"…And sometimes they can be so convincing! Its like- Oh, well then, get to class now Elliot. Just remember, No means no." She warned me before I sprint out of the class room.
Everyday after school I drove to Bills hotel, where he either helped me out with my homework (which became distracting when he started kissing my neck during my math homework) or just hung out and talked. Occasionally Gustav or Georg would pop in and say hello, but Tom was never there. Bill said he was out for publicity reasons, but my gut told me that wasn't the case. I had to admit though, I was glad I didn't have to see him for now.
I partially used this time to escape from my ignorant parents. I didn't come home until around ten every night, so I didn't have to talk to them. Yeah, I guess I sound like a baby here, but I didn't want to talk to people who didn't like my boyfriend. Our first real conversation was on Thursday. I had to stop home to grab some money, Bill was taking me out to see a band he had heard of from Gustav. My constant interest in band merch was beside bill, so I went home to grab some cash. I was thoroughly surprised to see my mother looming over the kitchen counter when I walked into my house.
"Long time, no see." My mother commented harshly.
"I'm just grabbing some money, Ill be out of your way in a minute" I muttered as I grabbed some cash from the drawer.
"Wait a minute, please." She said. The somber tone in her voice made me stop and turn towards her. I don't know how I didn't see the depressed features in her face before. She looked like she hadn't slept in a great while.
"Look, your father and I- We know we didn't handle this situation very well. And we want to make it up to you…" She started. I still lingered across the room from her, like an animal steering clear of its predator.
"And how do you plan to do that?" I say angrily.
"We are willing to give this guy a chance…" She paused. "If he comes over to meet us." At first, I dread the thought of it. But then, after a minute of consideration, It sounds like a possibility.
"When?" I ask, taking a step towards her.
"Tomorrow, if that's all right. And I was wondering… If I could meet them all. The whole band." Okay, now that was a bad idea. Manwhore Tom+ My wholesome Mom and Dad= Problems.
"Why cant you just meet Bill?" I ask her.
"Because you have practically been living with them all! If you like them so much, I would like to meet them too." I guess that sounded like a good reason.
"All right" I agree. Without warning, My mother lurches from across the kitchen and embraces me in a sudden hug. I guess it was better then having her be so bitter.