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The cashier's eyes widened and cleared my head.

"Do you need more condiments?" the cashier asked.

"What?" Ronnie questioned.

"Condiments," he replied back, pointing to the yellow sign taped onto the side of the window.

"Don't you think your being a little forward, sweetheart. Besides, I have enough condoms. So if you want to shag..."

"What?" I yelled. "Ronnie. Condiments are sauces. Not condoms!"

"Oh shit!" Ronnie said. He took the food and put it in my lap. "Sorry about that."

The cashier nodded, with a slight smile on his face. "Have a good day."

"We can still shag if you want. I'm a large," Ronnie winked then drove off before he could get an answer.

"Sl*t," I muttered.

"But I got the number." Ronnie laughed, showing me a black scribble on the receipt. "I'm to sexy to resist."

As soon as I reached home, I realized something was wrong. My house was still intact, two story and a boring brown color. But there was a red Honda in the driveway.

"Your mom's home?" Ronnie asked.

I shrugged and got out the car. My jaw tensed as I walked up the driveway. Ronnie watched me from the car, probably wondering if he could come with me or not.

I guess he decided against it, because he drove away.

My mother and I never got along. It didn't start when I became a teenager, more like when I was born. But it did get worse from when I turned fourteen.

I shook my head, shaking the memories from that year out of my head. That was four years ago, the past, I reminded myself. I entered my house that I usually had to myself to a three year old little boy.

"Nagya!" my baby brother smiled. I laughed at his version of my name and scooped him in my arms.

"How you doing Maxie?" I asked. "I missed you!"

"Of course you did." Maxie smiled. His little arms wrapped around my neck and I carried him to our kitchen where my mother was trying to cook.

"Hello Nadya." she said dryly. I nodded back and set Maxie down. He laughed, oblivious to the tension, and ran off.

"It's good afternoon," she spat at me.

"Coming from a person who left her daughter, you don't get that respect." My words cut her like a knife, I could see that. But she deserved it. She left me alone in New York after Max turned one. No explanation-no nothing. It was days later I learned she moved to Florida.

She only arrives 2 months at a time. Stays a total of three days-only to disappear again, taking Maxie with her.

I hated her for doing that. But I hated myself for forgiving her everytime we try to sit down and settle it, only for her to get back up and leave me again. When I was smaller, my father died. I remember hearing her cry all the time at night. Trying to comfort her was a waste, she's stare blankly at the wall in her room, at nothing else but the hanging picture of my father when he was taking his military photo.

I remember when I tried to take it down. It was like a devil had possessed her. She snapped out with a frenzy. She started wailing and thrashing at me. I dropped the picture, causing the frame to break.

The deafening crack of the frame froze both of us.

And then she slapped me. We never mentioned it. She just packed our things and we moved to NY.

It was when Max was born that we started to try and get along, for his sake.

But it only made it worse because we's always disagree about the father. An asshole who ran as soon as he heard he impregnated her. I tried to encourage her to take him to court for child support, though it would hurt both of us to see his face again, we desperately needed it.

But of course, she refused.

She pisses me off like no one else.

I then very dramatically stomped my way up to my room like a true teenager and slammed the door shut. I huffed and put on my IPod. I then lied back onto my pink colored sheets and sank into the music.

Anything to take me from this hell hole.

~*~

"I can't come." I told Louis over the phone. I was picking at my sheets while Snow Patrol belted out "Chasing Cars" in the background. It was one of my favorites and was playing on repeat the whole day to block out my mother.

"Why not?" he asked. "Did you get laid? If you got laid and you didn't come their something wrong. The sex must have been bad."

It took me a while to get what he was actually impliying. "No!" I yelled. Why is everything about sex now a days.

"Then what..." Louis asked. I stayed silent, not really wanting to talk about it again. "Your talking about the party aren't you."

"Duh."

"Why can't you come?" he asked. Knowing him he was probably having a hard time syaing it with a straight face. Before I could answer though, he guessed.

"Oh your playing Chasing Cars. Your mom," he confirmed. I rolled eyes at him.

"Sometimes it feels as if you all can read my mind." I sighed.

"Your just predictable darling." he laughed. "Just sneak out."

"Are you crazy?" I yelled. "I can't do that. She will now."

"Hold up, Nadya, I have to close my porn site."

I sighed and waited for him to close it. The first time he told me this, I got freaked out, but I realized it was just his girls that he called his porn site. the ones that he usually kicks out of bed after their time together.

This is one of the many reasons I wanted to wait to have sex. If I would have given the big V to a jerk who'd just kick me out of bed after, I'd probably die. Maybe I'm being dratic, though.

"Get up. Wake up, Claudia." I heard Louis say.

There was a mumble and shuffling.

"Claudia." he said again.

"I'm up! and its Lola!" the girl said.

"Whatever get out." he replied. "Anyways, darling. Sneak out. Say your going to Amy's or Ronnie's and come to the party."

"I don't know. You know I suck at lying."

"Just do it." Louis replied hastily. Then he hung up.

::Chapter 3::Call Me Maybe::

You are crazy," said Amy. Her newly manicured nails tapped against the plastic surface of the lunch table.

"No." I said. "I'm not."

Amy sighed, "Listen. Just because he said 'I'll meet you there' doesn't mean he asked you out."

"What does it mean then?" I challenged. Amy smirked.

"He will meet you there, duh." she said. I rolled my eyes and looked at her salad.

"What's with the tree?" I pointed.

"I'm on a diet." she shrugged.

"What?" I asked. "Your like a stick!"

"I'm huge." She dead-panned. "I'm like hanging off the freaking seat." I glared at my best friend. She over exaggerates to much.

"Your taking up a quater of the freaking seat. Your tiny, I don't understand why your starving yourself." I countered. I took a bite of my Subway sandwich and waved it in her face. "This! This is food."

Amy wrinkled her nose, "You don't know what they put in that stuff. And I'm not starving myself I'm planning on going veggie. It's healthy."

"Your killing innocent plants, your such a bitch." I muttered. Amy ignored me.

"As I was saying, I doubt it's really a date." she continued.

"And what I'm trying to say was, you didn't see the look he gave me."

"He flirts with everyone!" she yelled.

"No he doesn't," I argued.

"Yes," she said. "He does. He totally flirted with both me and Ronnie the other day in Science."

My eyes narrowed, "And your just telling me this now?"

"We didn't think it mattered." she muttered, stuffing her mouth with salad so she doesn't have to talk. Thankfully, Louis and Ronnie walked up to us.

"Hello darling, the queen bi-o-tch has arrived," Ronnie smiled. He looked down at Amy's salad. "What the hell are you eating!"

I laughed at his reaction and turned to Louis. "When a guy says 'I'll see you there' does it mean he's going to take you out."

Louis raised and eyebrow, "A guy's gonna meet you somewhere?"

I hesitated, looking at Ronnie and Amy, they seemed to be in their own conversation. "Marc."

"Well the guy is shy as hell, so I guess that's his way of asking you out." Louis shrugged. He attacked his sandwich and chewed with his mouth open. I actually used to have a crush on him, sad to say.

"Where's he going to meet you?" he asked. I was about to answer when a bunch of chewed lettuce from his sandwich flew from his mouth and onto my face.

"Oh my God." I said.

Louis laughed, "Ah shit! I'm sorry." But he didn't sound sorry at all. Amy and Ronnie turned to me and laughed.

I felt the bile raise in my throat and I got up. I have to wash and sterilize my face with bleach. I stumbled my way across the cafeteria, eyes half-way closed. It was a stupid idea now that I think of it, but I was concentrating on not puking until I made it to the nearest toilet.

I was doing pretty good until I bounced into someone. I lost my balance and grabbed for the nearest thing. I grabbed what felt like an arm and tried to stay on my feet.

"What the hell!" the person asked. They shoved me, even though they say me teetering on my freaking feet already. I opened my eyes when I hit the ground.

"What the fudge is wrong with you!?" I screeched. I looked up and realized it was the same guy Peter told me to stay away from. Now I know why.

"Me? What about you? You were walking around like a f*cking drunk b*tch with your eyes closed!" he cursed again, like he didn't curse enough in that sentence.

"Half-closed idiot!" I yelled trying to get up. "You kiss your mother with that mouth?"

The boy shot me a glare, "I'd rather f*ck my mother than be around you. You made me spill my apple juice." I realized that I did make it spill, on his pants. I cracked a smile, he looked like he peed himself.

"Oh wow!" I fained sadness. "I don't give a sh*t." I was surprised with my words, I could tell he was too, but he was so annoying.

"Wow. Little Ms. Virgin just cursed, what would Jesus think?" he said sarcastically. He walked away then, getting the last say. I glared at him.

I sighed and tried to get up
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