A/N- Yep! It's a Chelsea chapter again. Exciting, I know...*cough* Yeah...
Sarah- Thanks so much for the review! ^_^ We always appreciate the feedback.
Nebula- Thanks bunches, Neb! ^_~ I hope you enjoy this chapter as well. *grins*
Banksiesbabe99- Hehehe. Thanks for the review, and I'm SURE you had fun at college. *cough* Yeah, hehehe...Probably just as much fun as I have in high school. I'm glad you liked the chapter!
Rachel- I thought it was sad when Hans died, too; there definitely is a major lack of Hans. It's very tragic. I'm glad you enjoyed the chapter. ^_~
Hotashell99- I'm glad you liked. ^_~ And they SHOULD no better than to anger Charlie; too many negative repercussions. Lol...I hope you enjoy the chapter! ^_~
-Chapter 6-
I stormed into the small apartment I call my home, slamming the door behind myself.
My mother and John looked up form what they were doing to watch me.
The anger continued to boil steadily as I stalked into my bedroom, slamming that door as well.
I sat on my bed and yanked over my portable CD player, shoving the headphones over my head and blasting the music far above its intended level.
Falling flat on the bed, I took to glaring at the ceiling. I couldn't believe my mom was freaking SIDING with the stupid "Coach Orion"! And how the heck did she know his first name? What RIGHT does she have to talk to him?! They're probably conspiring ways to ruin my life behind my back.
And then Varsity...Ooh, they are so getting it...It's a good thing Russ, Ken, and Julie "took care" of their jackets. Teach THEM to stick our clothes in the shower...
I vaguely heard my bedroom door fly open over the music.
Great.
Just great.
More confrontation.
When the headphones were pulled off my ears, I whipped an angry glare up.
"What the heck are you doing in my room?! Get out!" I yelled at John, grabbing the headphones back. There was NO WAY I wanted to deal with him right now.
"I won't have you slamming doors and acting like such a child because your little hockey teams had a sorry game. Being a baby isn't going to help you any. The tie was a disgrace, and all the yelling, pouting, and slamming in the world won't change anything. I can hardly believe I wasted my time going!"
"Me neither, really," I spat out. "Nor can I understand what brought about the PLEASURE of speaking with you about it. Did the TV finally break down, or is it just commercials?"
I could tell he was about to say something in return when I stood up and walked out of the room. He of course followed me.
"What was that?!" he demanded loudly.
"Nothing," I said icily, walking into the kitchen where my mom was placing dinner on the table.
"What, dare I ask, are you two fighting about?" my mom asked with exasperation.
"Why is he even here, mom?! Make him leave me alone!" I barked, my voice laced with venom as I glared at John.
John coolly walked in, glaring back at me. "I was simply telling him that he needs to stop taking his anger out on others just because he had a bad day. He needs to understand that the way he acted was simply not right."
"That's such a load of bull!" I said, my voice steadily rising.
"Charlie-"
"MOM! I don't want to hear it, okay?!" I felt my anger rise as we argued.
"Charlie, he's right! You're acting like a child! The reason your game went bad is because you weren't focused, and you're being too stubborn to listen!" When she said this, a dam seemed to break inside of me.
"WHAT?! So now you're saying it's MY fault that we didn't win?! Not only are you siding with HIM," I said with spite, giving a pointed glare to John, "but NOW you're blaming ME for the tie? I can't believe this!"
"Don't you talked to your mother like that," John said, acting like some macho perfect Ken Doll on crack.
"Who are YOU to tell ME what to do?!" I screamed back, nearly shaking with anger.
"Look, you listen and you listen good! You are NO LONGER the leader of this household, and I demand respect!"
I could feel my blood boil.
"WHAT?!"
My mother placed a hand on my shoulder. "Charlie, I know this is hard for you to understand-"
I jerked away roughly, my eyes burning as I shot daggers at them with my gaze. "No! He's not my father, and I don't have to listen to a single freakin' word he says! I can't believe you! What happened to US sticking together? Huh?! What makes you think I'M going to listen to HIM?!"
"Charlie, calm down-"
"NO!" I shouted with malice as the room grew silent. I saw my mother stand close to John, and it made me sick to the stomach.
After the silence grew deafening, I gave them each a bitter glance. "I'm going for a walk," I said, my voice gaining a low, chilling quality.
As I turned to walk out the door, I heard my mother reply.
"But it's nine o'clock and you still haven't eaten dinner."
Ignoring her, I grabbed a light jacket and walked out into the cool night air. I was beyond sick of dealing with them. Enough was enough.
The streetlights were the only thing illuminating my path as I walked in the dark. I had no real destination in mind...I just needed to clear my head. Sort out my thoughts before going back home.
It had been a rotten day for me. Tie the game, Varsity prank, find out mom knows Ice Nazi, argue, get personally blamed for aforementioned tie.
Life stunk.
And all the while knowing that Bombay obviously didn't care enough to stick around.
Yep. Life definitely stunk.
Sarah- Thanks so much for the review! ^_^ We always appreciate the feedback.
Nebula- Thanks bunches, Neb! ^_~ I hope you enjoy this chapter as well. *grins*
Banksiesbabe99- Hehehe. Thanks for the review, and I'm SURE you had fun at college. *cough* Yeah, hehehe...Probably just as much fun as I have in high school. I'm glad you liked the chapter!
Rachel- I thought it was sad when Hans died, too; there definitely is a major lack of Hans. It's very tragic. I'm glad you enjoyed the chapter. ^_~
Hotashell99- I'm glad you liked. ^_~ And they SHOULD no better than to anger Charlie; too many negative repercussions. Lol...I hope you enjoy the chapter! ^_~
-Chapter 6-
I stormed into the small apartment I call my home, slamming the door behind myself.
My mother and John looked up form what they were doing to watch me.
The anger continued to boil steadily as I stalked into my bedroom, slamming that door as well.
I sat on my bed and yanked over my portable CD player, shoving the headphones over my head and blasting the music far above its intended level.
Falling flat on the bed, I took to glaring at the ceiling. I couldn't believe my mom was freaking SIDING with the stupid "Coach Orion"! And how the heck did she know his first name? What RIGHT does she have to talk to him?! They're probably conspiring ways to ruin my life behind my back.
And then Varsity...Ooh, they are so getting it...It's a good thing Russ, Ken, and Julie "took care" of their jackets. Teach THEM to stick our clothes in the shower...
I vaguely heard my bedroom door fly open over the music.
Great.
Just great.
More confrontation.
When the headphones were pulled off my ears, I whipped an angry glare up.
"What the heck are you doing in my room?! Get out!" I yelled at John, grabbing the headphones back. There was NO WAY I wanted to deal with him right now.
"I won't have you slamming doors and acting like such a child because your little hockey teams had a sorry game. Being a baby isn't going to help you any. The tie was a disgrace, and all the yelling, pouting, and slamming in the world won't change anything. I can hardly believe I wasted my time going!"
"Me neither, really," I spat out. "Nor can I understand what brought about the PLEASURE of speaking with you about it. Did the TV finally break down, or is it just commercials?"
I could tell he was about to say something in return when I stood up and walked out of the room. He of course followed me.
"What was that?!" he demanded loudly.
"Nothing," I said icily, walking into the kitchen where my mom was placing dinner on the table.
"What, dare I ask, are you two fighting about?" my mom asked with exasperation.
"Why is he even here, mom?! Make him leave me alone!" I barked, my voice laced with venom as I glared at John.
John coolly walked in, glaring back at me. "I was simply telling him that he needs to stop taking his anger out on others just because he had a bad day. He needs to understand that the way he acted was simply not right."
"That's such a load of bull!" I said, my voice steadily rising.
"Charlie-"
"MOM! I don't want to hear it, okay?!" I felt my anger rise as we argued.
"Charlie, he's right! You're acting like a child! The reason your game went bad is because you weren't focused, and you're being too stubborn to listen!" When she said this, a dam seemed to break inside of me.
"WHAT?! So now you're saying it's MY fault that we didn't win?! Not only are you siding with HIM," I said with spite, giving a pointed glare to John, "but NOW you're blaming ME for the tie? I can't believe this!"
"Don't you talked to your mother like that," John said, acting like some macho perfect Ken Doll on crack.
"Who are YOU to tell ME what to do?!" I screamed back, nearly shaking with anger.
"Look, you listen and you listen good! You are NO LONGER the leader of this household, and I demand respect!"
I could feel my blood boil.
"WHAT?!"
My mother placed a hand on my shoulder. "Charlie, I know this is hard for you to understand-"
I jerked away roughly, my eyes burning as I shot daggers at them with my gaze. "No! He's not my father, and I don't have to listen to a single freakin' word he says! I can't believe you! What happened to US sticking together? Huh?! What makes you think I'M going to listen to HIM?!"
"Charlie, calm down-"
"NO!" I shouted with malice as the room grew silent. I saw my mother stand close to John, and it made me sick to the stomach.
After the silence grew deafening, I gave them each a bitter glance. "I'm going for a walk," I said, my voice gaining a low, chilling quality.
As I turned to walk out the door, I heard my mother reply.
"But it's nine o'clock and you still haven't eaten dinner."
Ignoring her, I grabbed a light jacket and walked out into the cool night air. I was beyond sick of dealing with them. Enough was enough.
The streetlights were the only thing illuminating my path as I walked in the dark. I had no real destination in mind...I just needed to clear my head. Sort out my thoughts before going back home.
It had been a rotten day for me. Tie the game, Varsity prank, find out mom knows Ice Nazi, argue, get personally blamed for aforementioned tie.
Life stunk.
And all the while knowing that Bombay obviously didn't care enough to stick around.
Yep. Life definitely stunk.