C19 Nineteen

Chris' POV

"Chris." Her tone is curt and clipped.

"Yeah?"

"Who's that girl that answered your phone?"

I push my face into my open palm, my fingers kneading my throbbing temples.

Fucking hell. It's so difficult to deal with my mom sometimes. I'm not complaining, but she can be so unpredictable.

"She's my girlfriend, mom."

"Oh, so you have a girlfriend now?" She taunts.

"Yes." I huff