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We Are The Rebellious Youth

Chapter twenty-five: The Final Straw

Mickey’s POV:

I was fucking ecstatic the next day when I had to go back to school. Like, shit, man, I probably hadn’t felt this way since Michael actually took me out for ice cream once when I was six and got me a cone with sprinkles. Best day of my life. I actually couldn’t wait to get inside and see all the little shits that annoyed the crap out of me every single day. Today was so much different.

Believe it or not, I actually said goodbye to my mom after she dropped me off and drove off to go to work for the day. Even she looked at me in astonishment. She rarely got me to acknowledge her let alone have me tell her to have a great day at work. If anything, she was now suspicious of me being up to something horrible. But no, I was just happy.

I practically skipped towards the school building and went inside without getting mad at somebody who accidentally walked into me. I didn’t even care that they touched me. Now, that must say something if everything else hadn’t. It was like one of those cheesy movie scenes in which the guy happily walked to work before all the shit went down. Only, for me, no shit was going to go down.

As I walked through the main hallway, I found Alex talking with his group of friends to the side. Perfect place, perfect time. He was exactly the guy I needed. Everything was going the way I needed. Nothing could take me down anymore. There were days where everything went wrong, today was not one of those days.

I walked past the group, grabbing Alex’s wrist since he was stood with his back towards me, and started pulling him along with me further down the hallway and to the right corridor that was practically abandoned at this time of day. My smile was still as bright as the day as I finally let him go and turned around to finally look at him. But when I saw the daggers he was shooting at me, my face fell.

“What the hell do you want Mickey?” He nearly screamed, but stayed quiet so that we wouldn’t attract any unwanted attention. “Are you here to tell me that you want to go through with my ‘stupid hilarious plan’? Because guess what, I’m out. I have put up with all of your bullshit ever since school started, and I have been willingly doing so, but you went too far yesterday. I am done trying to help you. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to back to the people who do actually want to be my friends.”

I reached out to stop him, just like he had done to me so many times over the course of the short time I had been living here, and whispered, “no, don’t go.”

“What?” He turned back around and furrowed his eyebrows. I wasn’t sure if it was because he couldn’t hear me or because he couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

“Don’t go…” I repeated, my heart beating fast. It was practically the only sound I could hear, overpowering the sound of the chattering school kids back in the main hallway. “I’m sorry…”

His face slowly relaxed as he thought over my few words. “I don’t know whether or not to believe you. For all I know, you’re just saying sorry so I’ll go through with the plan.”

I shook my head, the adrenaline still rushing through my body. I wasn’t sure what was making me feel this way, but I had my suspicions. “I’m not pregnant.”

“Ok, but if you were, you would probably still be mad at me. Is that what you’re telling me?”

I sighed, an unknown feeling spreading throughout me, a feeling I had only felt once before when I had just turned fourteen and the guy who had taken my virginity told me he didn’t want anything else from me. “Nevermind. It doesn’t matter. Just leave it be.”

It was my fault that he was mad at me in the first place. If I had just told him I appreciated him trying to help, but that it wouldn’t help, it would have been so much better. Even just keeping my mouth shut would have been way better. I ruined my only chance at an actual friend because I had to go and act unreasonably again. So, I had to walk away from this and deal with the consequences.

“Mickey, wait… now I feel bad,” Alex breathed out and ran a hand through his hair. I knew that this all must have been frustrating to him. All he wanted was to help me and I was making things so much more complicated.

“Well, you shouldn’t,” I told him and continued to walk away. This was the only time that leaving was the right thing to do. It was probably better for both of us, or at least for him.

But just as I was about to turn right and head to my locker, something stopped me. I never was the one to back away from a challenge. I always kept going until I got what I wanted. Usually, that was much easier. This time, I just had to put in a little bit more effort. I did not walk away from my problems, and I was not going to walk away from this one either.

I confidently stepped up to where Alex was still standing, ignoring the nerves that were tingling through my fingers. Rather than staying a distance away like I usually did, I got right up into his personal space. It seemed like he was ready for me to say something right into his face to hurt him again, but for the first time it actually wasn’t my intention. No, something completely different was.

I craned my neck upward just a little bit and planted my lips against his. I could tell he was taken aback at first since he didn’t do anything, not even breathe, but after a short while he started kissing me back. My heart started racing again, only this time it wasn’t what I was focusing on. There was something much larger and much more important going on. I didn’t even stop to think about why I was kissing him, I was too consumed about the fact that I was. All the details I usually ignored were even registered. The way his nose pressed against my cheek and breath hit me lightly, the way his hair gently tickled my skin, the way his hand went down to my waist so he could pull me closer to his body, causing the kiss to deepen.

But it was only short lived.

He pulled away abruptly and stared at me with wide eyes. “I already told you before I wasn’t interested in having a sex-only relationship with you.”

I shook my head again and said the only thing that was going through my mind at the moment as I avoided eye contact and looked at his chest again, where my hands were firmly placed, “I’m sorry… I just-- For some reason, I keep pushing away anybody that tries to help me in any remote way. I’ll say the most hurtful things my mouth can formulate before I can even think about them. It obviously isn’t doing me any good. I know it’s not a good excuse by any means, but I’m just telling you the truth.”

He pushed a lock of my hair behind my left ear, forcing me to look up at him. “And the kiss…?”

“Well, I wasn’t really planning on having sex for at least another little while after that scare…” I moved my hands up to his shoulders and got the courage to look up at him again.

Instead of looking at me weirdly, like I was expecting him to, I barely even got to make out any expression. He was leaning back in almost immediately. While I usually would have moved away as soon as possible, I let our lips meet in the middle again. It was like the past few years that had shaped me into who I was now didn’t exist. I felt like I was twelve years old again, getting my first innocent kiss, only this one wasn’t meaningless and we both knew exactly what we were doing.

With my eyes closed and his freshly-showered scent making my senses go into overdrive, everything that had happened before was forgotten. All of the bad feelings were washed away and my words from the day before were slowly being forgiven. It was like a cliche teenage-drama movie scene, only with a bit fewer camera angles and less mood-setting music.

Just like I said before, nothing could ruin this day.

“Hey, guys, if you could stop sucking each other’s faces off, that would be great.” Jack popped his head around the corner, the rest of the group he had been standing with before in tow. “You can fuck in the janitor’s closet later, but for now we have to get to class.”

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Alex drove me home that day. I originally planned to go with Rian, but he had some kind of doctor’s appointment, so he couldn’t really take me. That was when Alex immediately jumped in. I could tell Jack and Rian noticed something was going on but decided not to push it. Before you ask, yes I did apologize to them, just brushing it off as not feeling well (which technically was actually the case). I knew that just acting like all was good was not going to work, especially since I felt like Alex had told them about the fight we had but not what it was about. This just cleared it all up a little.

Oh, and yes, I did take that AP calculus test without having studied. All the students were so surprised to see me walk in, some asking me if I had walked into the right classroom. Even the teacher looked at me in confusion. I just told her I wasn’t going to miss the test to which she said good luck especially since I had missed all the classes. Apparently, if I had gone like I should have every class, I would have caught up just fine. But whatever. I finished my test early.

Anyway, back to the part you guys want to hear about: Alex driving me home. It wasn’t anything special except for the fact that he kinda had to drive in a different direction once we got to the neighborhood. He only drove me because he wanted to, not because he happened to pass my house on his way somewhere else. I knew it was because of what happened that morning, but I was happy with it too. Neither of us knew what it meant exactly, but instead of acting awkward, we were subtly trying to figure it out. I even asked him to come back inside!

But that was when my oh-so perfect day went downhill in less than one second.

I didn’t notice the car in the driveway. I didn’t notice that the door was already unlocked and the lights were already on. I didn’t take notice of anything but my conversation with Alex. So, you must understand my shock when I saw my mom sitting at the kitchen table… with her head in her hands… and the pregnancy test I had taken in front of her on the table. She wasn’t going to be home until dinner, yet here she was, still in her scrubs.

When she realized that I was home, she looked up at me, her cheeks stained with dried tears. “Are you fucking kidding me, Mickey? Are you crazy?!”

“It’s negative, though…” I pointed out dumbly while Alex was stood a few feet away from me, frozen in place as he saw the scene developing in front of him.

“The sole fact that you had to take one says enough. We talked about this.” She stressed, feeling hopeless. However, when her eyes fell on Alex, her real rage started showing through. “And you have the audacity the bring another guy into my house when you know nobody’s home! The hell, Mickey? How fucking stupid are you?! I believe we’re going to have to move again.”

I never heard my mom swear other than when she stubbed her toe against the table or something of the like, yet I still tried to defend myself. “That’s not what--”

“Out!” she seethed at Alex, pointing in the direction of the front door.

“But, th-”

“Out!” She repeated, ignoring my attempts at explaining anything.

“Mom!”

“Mickey,” Alex stopped me and shook his head, “I’m going to leave.”

He ran out after that, the door hastily closing behind him and his engine starting not soon after.

“The fuck, mom!” I screamed and I heard him drive away. “That was Alex!”

Her eyes widened as all her features turned into a menacing scowl, showing me that I better had not talked back to her. She was on mode mom-rage 3000. “Should I care about this ‘Alex’ guy at all?”

“He’s the one who brought me to the hospital!”

“Oh, yeah, right. ‘Rian’s friend’. Don’t think you can fool me, Monica. I’ve had it with your bullshit.” She got up, her voice getting louder and louder. “I get that you’re an adult and can make your own decisions, but I am not ok with you sleeping around with every guy in town. What the hell do you think goes through my mind when I find a pregnancy test in the trash can in the bathroom? You keep doing reckless things and it’s not just ruining your life, but mine too!”

I ignored everything she said except for the things that included Alex. He was all I could think about now, so I sure as hell was going to defend him. “I’m not sleeping with Alex!”

“I can bet you a thousand dollars that you don’t even know who the father would have been.”

“Actually, I would have. I’m not as big of a slut as you think I am!” I yelled, done with her shit. I was done with everybody constantly thinking I let any dick get inside of me whenever they wanted. I decided who I slept with, I was the one who knew when to stop. Everybody thought I slept with every guy I met, but I was far from that. I picked wisely… well, sometimes more wisely than others.

“You know what? You’re grounded.” She was no longer raising her voice at me and instead turned dead serious. For some reason, this version of her was scarier than the one that yelled at me.

“Yeah, right, like that’s ever stopped me before.”

“I am fucking serious right now, Mickey. To your room, now.” She pointed at the stairs just like she had done with Alex. “I raised you better than this.”

I actually did go upstairs, but not before I got the final word. “That’s the problem. You didn’t raise me! You had nothing to do with my upbringing. If you were such a great mother as you think you are, don’t you think I would have come to you about this instead of taking a pregnancy test in secret? What kind of shit mother are you?”

I slammed my door shut, the force shaking the walls and the sound echoing through the entire house, even my windows rattled. I didn’t have to think twice before locking the door and packing all the stuff I could. After checking through the window that nobody could see me, I threw all my bags--both suitcases and plastic bags--out of the window. I jumped out right after, flinging all my belonging into the back of my truck. Yes, I drove away despite my broken arm.

I meant every single word I said.

Notes


PLOT TWIST! IT HAPPENED. IT'S OUT THERE.
oh, and now Mickey is running away from home

Comments

@Daydreamers
A little cliffhanger here and there never hurt anybody....
Also, update. The epilogue is at 6679 words. Motivation and inspiration are low so it's taking me so long to even start writing. I know what needs to happen, I want to write it, but words aren't working.

i’ve been left with too many cliffhangers in the past to trust you lol

Daydreamers Daydreamers
7/13/20

@Daydreamers
There's nothing to be scared of....

i’m excited but scared at the same time

Daydreamers Daydreamers
6/16/20

@Daydreamers
It's probably because it went downhill so suddenly a quickly. There's no closure. The epilogue will end quite open...