toi walk in the front door and before toi can close it, she’s standing in front of you.
“Traffic on the way accueil from school,” she says.
“Yeah, mom,” toi say, rolling your eyes and walking past her into the kitchen. toi weren’t in the mood for her games, toi just wanted to montrer up long enough for her to get off your case and let toi go see Alex again.
“I know toi weren’t at Summer’s last night,” she calls from the foyer as she comes to meet toi in the kitchen.
“Oh really now,” toi say, pulling out the orange jus, jus de and taking a drink, not even bothering with a glass.
“Marissa, don’t play these games with me,” she tells you.
“Games, mom,” toi say, looking at her incredulously. “You don’t want to play games with me? Did toi ever think I didn’t want to play your games?”
She looks at toi with her infamous scowl before continuing. “What is this all about? The truancy, not coming home, sleeping at that aléatoire punk chick’s house.”
“What,” toi question, nearly spitting out your drink. toi put your hand over your mouth as a precaution.
“I know where you’ve been, Marissa. I saw your car at her house this morning.”
“Oh, so toi didn’t come barging in when toi saw my car? How very thoughtful of you,” toi say facetiously.
“Caleb a dit this girl was a troublemaker, and now I can see he’s right. I’m not going to have any daughter of mine dating a purple haired punk. Let alone one that’s a girl,” she tells you, and you’re shocked at how calm she remains. On the inside, you’re freaking out, because if Julie Cooper knows, so will everyone else. toi maintain your resolve, not letting her think that she’s scared you.
Crossing your arms, toi shoot her a look and say, “Oh, what are toi going to do this time, pay her off? Threaten her? How low could toi possibly get, mother?”
She takes a step closer to toi and lowers her voice. “Now toi listen to me. toi know how this affected Luke’s father. There’s enough drama in our lives right now, what with this illegitimate child and your father leaving, I am not going to have all of Newport thinking that Julie Cooper-Nichol’s daughter is a lesbian,” she tells you, spitting out the last word as if it would leave a dirty taste in her mouth if she left it in there any longer. “You will stop seeing her, even if I have to see to it myself.”
toi realize that your mother mind is set and toi know there’s no changing it, so there’s no use in trying. Giving her a flippant ‘whatever,’ toi turn around and head out the door to your car. toi refuse to let her see toi cry.