Fvck The Haters

Her hair would smell like strawberries. Maybe like cherries. Sort of like cherries, sort of like candy.

“So you spent the rest of the day in class with an ice pack on your head and a pencil in your hand?” Mom was in sassy mode.

“It was a pen mom.” I said quietly.

“I’m going to call the school and threaten to press charges if they don’t suspend him.” She started with the hand gestures and I knew it was all downhill from here, there would be no calming her.

I tuned her out and nodded my head in agreement whenever she stopped speaking. In my mind I was at prom. I’d bring Lauren a black corsage with a red rose on it. Black lace, red rose. Maybe she’d prefer purple.

“Are you smiling? Is this funny to you Jeremy? Are you high?” Mom barked.

“No. I was thinking about something.” I said, grabbing a nearby pen. I began drawing on a stray napkin.

“You’ve had a long day.” She sighed, “You could’ve at least texted me.” She left me sitting at the kitchen table.

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