A friendly reminder that underlined words are crossed out words. I could probably just leave them out of the story, but they're Izzy's character and I like them...
The Hangover Part I
I feel groggy and lethargic. My body knows that it's time to get up and get ready for school, but it also knows that the likelihood of this happening any time soon is zero to none. Groaning, I roll over and look outside my window to see that it's an overcast day and I feel a small surge of excitement. I love rainy days.
The door opens and mum comes in for the second time this morning. She's not as cool and calm as she was the first time though, and her face means business when she tells me once again that it's time to get up.
"You're not skipping school today just because of what happened last night. You have to face Edward at some point. You kids are having a baby which means it's time to grow up. Plus we have a meeting with Mrs O'Hare today," she reminds me again.
"Yes, because it's my fault that my baby's father is an arrogant asshole."
She raises an eyebrow at me. It's a silent warning for my language, but I am too tired to care.
"It's your fault that the father of your baby is seventeen years old." She busies herself picking up my dirty washing as she talks.
"Would you rather I had picked an older guy?" I retaliate.
"I would have preferred that you didn't have sex at all," she bites back.
"Like ever?" I dig.
She stops to give me a stern look. "Need I remind you that I am still your mother, and I can still put you over my knee?" she warns.
I laugh. I don't know why I'm in such a good and witty mood. I had my heart ripped out of my chest last night, but, somehow, this morning I feel carefree and happy. I guess I'm just glad to feel free of my crush. Edward showed his true colours last night and I no longer feel anything for him. Except hatred.
"You'd have to catch me first," I quip.
"Well, you're going nowhere fast right now," she reminds me.
I groan and pull back the covers. "I'm getting up," I promise, and roll out of bed.
School is school. I am still at the top of everyone's controversial gossip list, yet I somehow manage to keep my sunny disposition, especially since I now have Angela in my corner. She has been walking me from one class to the next all day. It is between third and fourth period that another person falls into step with us and I look over to see Jasper Hale looking down at me with a dimpled smile.
"Hey, Li'l Mumma, hey Angelic Angela," he greets.
"Hellooo, please-don't-call-me-that-Jasper," I reply.
"So, li'l mumma, way to go easy on Edward," he says, ignoring my request.
"Yeah, well, he deserved it."
"Are you sure?" he pushes.
I stop and turn to him. "What has he told you?" I ask, looking up into his blue-grey eyes.
He shrugs "just that you bit his head off last night and basically told him that you didn't want anything to do with him."
I take a deep breath to push down the anger rising within me. "Did he tell you the bit where he said that he wished he didn't sleep with me because all I've done is cause him problems?" His silence tells me that this is news to him and I smile at him victoriously. "Didn't think so." I continue walking and don't give Jasper a backwards glance.
"Are you okay?" Angela asks when we get to our science class – the only class we have together.
"Never felt better!" I assure her. And, strangely, I haven't.
After lunch I meet mum in Mrs O'Hare's office. Mrs O'Hare looks like she should be holding a whipping cane. She's a thin woman, with shoulder length grey/blonde hair and when she smiles it forms a hard line that looks more like a disparaging look. But when she talks, it's like candy and butterflies. All sweet and soft.
We talk earnestly about my predicament and I assure her that I want to continue on with school and go on to get my HSC. She commends me and reminds me that if I have any issues, ie. If I find my work load too much, the student body is being a bunch of twats unkind, or I am needing some time off, that I can come to her any time.
I thank her and we leave her office. Mum tells me that she'll see me after school and I'm left to make my own way to social studies. On the way, however, my body decides that it needs to bring up lunch and I make a stop at the ladies toilets.
By the time I finish and rinse my mouth out with my trusty pocket sized mouth wash, the bell has gone to signal the end of class. I exit the bathroom and accidentally collide with someone.
"Watch where you're – oh, it's you."
I look up at Edward and give him a hard glare, then turn and storm away. I know my mother said we need to talk, but I would rather watch vultures peck at his pea sized brain than deal with his shit right now.
One more chapter of this kind, then we'll be transported to a little ways down the road with Izzy in the chapters after that :)
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