"I don't know if tutoring him is a good idea for you, Nicole." I groaned and said, "Mom! Please don't start this with me...I'm not in the mood." I wish I could've stop myself from saying that because as soon as it came out, she smacked me in the mouth. I held my face as she stated, "You will not talk to me like that, young lady!" I tried holding back my tears, but they came down anyway. All I could say was, "I'm sorry...I'm sorry, Mom."
Her expression changed when she realized that I was seriously hurt by her smack. "No...Nicole, I'm sorry." I felt the anger build up inside me. "Why do you hate him so much, Mom? What has he done?!" She sighed and said, "Honey, it's not what he's done...you wouldn't understand." This made me even more upset. "I want to know! Tell me, please, Mom!"
"I don't hate Josh...I honestly don't...it's his parents." What my mom said confused me. How did she know Josh's parents? "What about them, Mom?" "Nicole, they used to be highly addicted to drugs...that's why he was over here all the time when he was little." I gasped. "You mean to tell me, that the reason Josh and I became best friends was because his parents were being...separated from him?" All she did was nod. But then another thing struck me. "Wait...then why are you so harsh to Josh?" She didn't answer me, she didn't want to.
"Oh. I get it now. You're afraid that Josh is going to follow in his parent's footsteps and then take me down with him." I began to walk away but she stopped me. "Honey, I know you think it's ridiculous for me to think that, but...I just can't help it. You're my only daughter and I love you!"
I replied, "If you loved me, you would trust me enough to know that I not going to do drugs." And with that, I walked upstairs.
I shut the door and locked it. I wasn't planning on seeing her for the rest of the night. I heard my phone vibrating on my bed and walked over to see who it was. It was Malcolm. I really didn't want to answer it, but I did anyway. "Hello?" There was no reply, at first. "Hey, Nicole. I was afraid you wouldn't answer." Like I said, I really didn't want to talk to him right now. "Oh, well...I'm kinda busy, Malcolm. Is it important?" I heard him sigh and then say, "No...I can just call you later or something, if that will be better."Thank God."Yeah, that'll work out fine. Bye Malcolm!"
I hung up before he could say bye. I was about to put my phone down, when I noticed that I had 2 new text messages. They were both from Josh! The first one said, 'Hey! Just wondering if you were ok with your mom?' I smiled at the thought of him caring. The second one said, 'Hey Button! I really wish you would txt me back so I know you're ok!'
I replied back, 'Hey Josh! Sorry I've been downstairs arguing with my mom lol' I laid back on my bed and sulked a bit. That was the first argument I had had with my mom in a very long time...and it was over something so pointless. My phone buzzed on my stomach and let me know that Josh had txted me back. He replied, 'Oh I'm sorry, Button. Can I call you?' I couldn't help but grin at that message, too. He gave me butterflies whenever he showed his caring towards me.I replied back, 'Of course :)' Next thing I know, my phone is buzzing like crazy because Josh is already calling me. "Well that was quick," I said jokingly. I heard him laugh and said, "I just wanted to make sure you're ok...you're mom looked pretty pissed."
"Really? I didn't notice. I was too busy trying to get you out there!" He cracked up at my comment and replied, "Oh Button, you have a great sense of humor." I quietly said "thanks." We both noticed the awkward silences in between conversations, so he finally broke them. "So, am I still allowed to come be 'tutored'?" In my head, I thought I really hope so, Josh. But I said, "You know that didn't come up in the argument, but I'll let you know." He chuckled and said, "Alright, Button. I'll let you go. Talk to you tomorrow." We said our goodbyes and I quietly made my way downstairs.
All I wanted was a snack, and I tried to be quiet like a ninja...but she heard me. She sitting on the couch when she asked, "Are you still mad at me?" I wasn't going to answer her at first, but I wasn't that mean so, instead, I said, "I'm not mad at you, Mom. I wish you would trust me." I grabbed some jell-o and walked back upstairs. I didn't speak to my mom the rest of the night and she didn't speak to me.
I had a feeling tomorrow was going to be awkward.
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