C4 Chapter 4

“DANIELLE!” my mother yelled from downstairs.

I rolled my eyes. “WHAT?”

“DINNER IS READY!”

“I’M NOT HUNGRY!”

“DINNER IS READY!” she repeated and I groaned before I slammed my laptop shut. There was no way I would get out of having dinner with my family because it was the first day of school, so it was a must.

I hated it because we had to tell how our day went and it was usually either Jade or Chris; no one was interested in what I had to say because my life was boring.

“You didn’t even set the table?” I exclaimed when I got downstairs.

I absolutely hated it when my mother would call me down to dinner, just to discover that the table wasn’t even set.

“You’re helping. You can’t stay on your ass all day locked up in your room.”

I rolled my eyes and went over to the cupboard to get the plates out. Jade was helping too and Chris was just talking about himself instead of actually lending a hand.

When we finally sat down for dinner-we were having spaghetti, my mom opened up the school subject:

“So how was first day of school? And Uni?”

“I joined the school magazine.” I muttered, knowing that she didn’t care anyway.

“Oh. That’s…great.” She said and once again, I was a disappointment to her.

I’d gotten used to it.

“I’m officially a cheerleader!” Jade jumped in, and I kid you not, my mother looked at her like a child on Christmas.

“That is amazing! I’m so proud of you! You need to show me your uniform! See, Danielle? You could’ve tried out for a spot on the team too. They accept thicker girls, don’t they?”

My stomach dropped and Jade looked at me, but didn’t say anything.

“What about you Chris?” my dad asked, changing the subject.

“Our professors are really cool, at least the ones that I saw today.”

“How’s Ellie? You should invited her to dinner sometime.”

“She just got installed in her dorm but she can come this weekend.”

“She lives in a dorm?”

“Yeah, she doesn’t want to live with her parents anymore.”

“And why don’t you want to go and live in a dorm too?” I asked him, annoyed. The reason why he didn’t want to escape this place and go live in a dorm with a roommate was beyond me. I’d take absolutely any opportunity to get out I were him to be honest.

“Danielle! We’re happy that he still wants to live with us!” my mother interjected.

“Well as soon as I finish high school, I’m out of here.” I mumbled.

“That is if you get into a proper University.”

“Oh I’m sure I will. Or maybe I should try out for the cheerleading team, that will definitely get me into a good University rather than journalism.” I said sarcastically.

“Danielle!” my mother exclaimed, her fork falling against the plate in shock. Oh, get the fuck over it.

“What?”

“Go to your room.”

“You think that’s an actual punishment? I’m happy to go to my room!”

I let the cutlery fall next to my plate, happy that I didn’t even get to actually eat, before I stomped out of the kitchen.

Ha, she thought that sending me to my room would affect me. I’d rather spend time online in my room than with them in the kitchen. People on the Internet were a lot nicer, let’s be honest.

There was a knock on my door half an hour later. It was probably my mother, trying to come and make up with me. I mean, why do mothers come to you ten minutes after an argument pretending like nothing happened?

“Come in.”

I looked up from my laptop to see Jade opening the door and great.

“What?”

“I’m sorry about…dinner.”

I squinted my eyes at her. Since when was she nice to me? Well, now that I think about it, she never really did anything to me that would indicate her being rude, but the fact that she always sucked up to my mother made me kind of despise her a bit.

“It’s fine. I wasn’t hungry in the first place.”

“I think it’s cool that you joined the school magazine.”

“Thanks? I guess.”

She closed the door and walked over to my bed, sitting down at my feet. I eyed her suspiciously.

“No, seriously. You know what you want to do in life and I honestly have no idea where I want to go to Uni.”

I sighed, feeling a bit compassionate towards her.

“So how were tryouts?” I asked, trying to make conversation with her.

If it turns out that she is genuinely nice, then I think I can be friends with her

“They were great. And Eleanor got named co-captain because she did an amazing backflip!”

I frowned.

“Wait, she was there too?”

“Of course she was! Why?”

“The whole time?”

“Yeah, she had been there with Kylie before tryouts even started. They’re so dedicated.”

So Eleanor wasn’t with Lucas? What?

“Anyway, I’m sorry if I’m sometimes a bitch to you, but it’s only because I’m jealous.”

“It’s fine.”

“Great! I’m about to have a smoke on the balcony, you in?”

I shrugged. “Sure.”

I didn’t actually intend on smoking, but it wasn’t like I had anything better to do. My dashboard had been the same for the past five minutes, so might as well.

The next morning I was woken up by my alarm. I hit the snooze button, because I had fifteen more minutes to enjoy in bed. I always set my alarm clock in the morning earlier than needed, just to make sure that I had more time to sleep and feel good.

When I got to the bathroom I was already down to 59kgs so I knew it was going to be a good day. After I brushed my teeth I went back into the room to pick out the clothes for the day.

I absolutely hated dressing up before going to the bathroom in the morning; it felt weird and I had a minor OCD.

I put on a 98 jersey, some black skinny jeans and red Vans that matched my leather jacket, before I grabbed my backpack and hurried downstairs. Even though I was trying to stay under a certain amount of calories a day, I read on the Internet that it was good to eat breakfast to get my metabolism going.

The ride to school was filled with my mother’s blabbering of what I did wrong last night at dinner. To be honest, I didn’t give flying fuck whether she was mad at me or not. It was better when she was mad, because it meant that she wouldn’t bother me.

It was going to be a good day.

“Oh my God did you see that?” Jake asked at the end of first period, which was history.

“See what?”

“Tyler looked at me longer than necessary.”

“Tyler?” Emma asked confused.

“Mr. Flack.” Jake said, rolling his eyes.

“Why do you call him Tyler? It’s weird.”

“Because I need to get used to it. If I fuck him I don’t want to be screaming Mr. Flack, now do I?”

“Wait, shouldn’t he be the one fucking you?”

“Just because he’s older doesn’t mean he’s a top, Danielle.”

“He seems like a top though.”

“With an ass like that, I don’t think so.”

“How can you even tell these things?”

“With talent.”

I snorted and opened my locker to get my French books out.

“You know that we have French with his wife, right?”

“I know, I can’t wait to see that bitch.”

“Maybe she’s nice.”

“Of course she’s nice because she’s oblivious.”

The bell rang and I was glad, because it meant no more hearing Jake’s bitching. I was (not really) pleasantly surprised to see that a lot of people took French, including the entire football team and half of the cheerleaders. Amazing. I sat down between Amy and Jake, who was already preparing himself for the meeting with Mrs. Flack.

As soon as the late bell rang, the door opened and a woman who looked in her mid thirties came in with a bright smile on her face.

“Oh my goodness.” Jake breathed when she placed her Balenciaga bag on the desk.

“Good morning class. I’m Mrs. Flack and I’ll be your French teacher.”

“Does that include French kissing?”

Everyone burst out laughing, except of me. I rolled my eyes.

“I suppose you’re Noah then?” she asked and Noah smirked, nodding.

Oh God give him a brain please

“Well then. Why don’t we go around the room and introduce ourselves but in French? Or even better, I’ll call attendance and you can do that then.”

Oh goodie.

By the end of class I had to admit that I really liked Mrs. Flack because she was nice and funny. Jake, however, had another opinion of her. He even nicknamed her as ‘the witch’, for whatever reason unknown to me. Actually, no. I knew he was jealous of her for getting Mr. Flack’s dick every night but I didn’t want to say anything.

We all do inexplicable things when we’re in love. Or something like love.

“There’s a party at Noah’s this Friday. It’s his birthday.” Jake said that afternoon at lunch.

“And?” I asked, not really sure where he was going with this. We (Emma and I) were never really invited to any ‘cool’ party, so Jake telling us this was kind of pointless. Unless he wanted to brag, which wasn’t really any surprise because it was Jake.

“And, you’re coming with.”

“What? No we’re not. Since when?”

“Since Noah said I could bring anyone.”

“Did he actually say that or did he say that everyone was invited and you made of it what you wanted?”

“The second one. But it doesn’t matter. He won’t notice anyway because he’s got the biggest house in this fucking town and there’s going to be weed and we are going. It’s not up for discussion.”

I sighed, turning to look at Emma.

“You want to do this?”

She shrugged. “I don’t have anything better to do on Friday anyway.”

“Fine. But I’m not going to get drunk.”

“You’ve never been drunk, you don’t even know what it’s like.”

“I won’t drink because alcohol tastes really b-“

“You don’t drink because of the taste!” Jake exclaimed, as if I’d just offended him deeply. “You drink to get mortal!”

“What are we talking about?” Harry asked and sat down next to me, placing his tray on the table. Carly sat down across from him, next to Emma.

“Noah’s party this Friday.” I answered before Jake could open his mouth full of food and answer.

“Oh. I’m going too! Lucas inv-I mean, I’m-yeah.”

“We should all ride together. I can get Zack to drive us there.” Carly suggested as she opened her can of coke.

So it was true, the fact that Carly was indeed dating Zack. People would talk around school, but they weren’t as public with each other as Lucas with Eleanor or Sean with Kylie.

Sean and Kylie were the worst because they would literally make out anywhere; at the table in the cafeteria, against her locker in the hallways or on the benches in the bleachers. They were unstoppable, but I could see that they really cared for each other.

Unlike what I could say about Lucas and Eleanor. Well, they made out at school too, but it was like Lucas was trying too hard, it almost seemed unnatural. But that’s none of my business.

When the two of them passed our table, I saw Lucas shoot Harry a quick glance but made nothing of it. I was just paranoid and maybe a bit too desperate to see two guys together. Which, shouldn’t have been that hard to do since my best friend was a gay man who loved fucking guys, no matter the circumstances.

Emma, Harry and I walked together to English, and I was actually anxious about it because Mr. White seemed to be quite interested in Emma. And yes, he was attractive, but it was still creepy.

Noah entered the room just as the bell rang, followed by Mr. White who had a cup of coffee in his hand. Why he drank coffee in the middle of the day was beyond me.