No Control

Explaining to my mother the reason for my sudden change of heart about going to LA was anything but a fun time, believe me. Mostly because I tried so hard not to explode and tell her that her husband was a lying, cheating, douchebag.

A lot of you are probable wondering why I didn't just tell her, why I was lying to my own mother and covering up my fathers cheating ways. Unless you've been in the situation, you have no idea how hard it is. Nobody wants to see their mom hurt. Part of me was debating on keeping my mouth shut all together so I didn't have to see my parents split up.

No kid wants to be the reason their parents get divorced. Even though I wasn't technically the reason, my fathers wandering dick was.. but I am too familiar with the term, 'shooting the messenger.'

I told her I was spending the weekend with Callie instead, and she was fuming. She said I was more interested in getting drunk with my friends then spending time with family. I told her we were going hiking and doing outdoorsy activities, but my mother knew me too well and knew what I had up my sleeve.

I didn't even bother to unpack, I just grabbed an old backpack and began stuffing clothes in it, as I would be away for the whole weekend. I couldn't go a whole three days without changing my underwear. I'll admit, I have done some nasty things, but that is just plain vile to me.

It was now almost six in the evening, and I was going to be meeting Callie shortly. I got changed, realizing I had to find the right attire for the battleground I would be entering.

I decided, because it was a sweatbox in the summer, to pick out denim shorts a plain black muscle shirt and a neon yellow bandeau to go under it. I paired my outfit with my white Chuck Taylor's and spritzed some perfume over my body. I touched up my makeup and ran my fingers through my semi-curled hair and decided that would do.

I spotted Callie's white jacket she left at my house the other day on my chair, so I threw it in my backpack and took one last glance in the mirror. I laughed at myself.. I looked like Tumblr's wet dream. If only I had some colored RayBans and someone to take a photo of me from the side I would be social media famous.

I threw some hygiene necessities into the backpack and slung one strap over my shoulder, realizing I better get out of the house before my father came home from his long day at so-called-work.

I went downstairs, and was almost to the front door, A.K.A my exit to freedom, when I heard my mothers voice.

"Not even going to say goodbye?" She was pissed. Her arms were folded across her chest, waiting for me in the adjacent hallway.

"I didn't want an emotional goodbye, I mean.. god knows when the next time we see each other will be." I replied sarcastically.

Because my luck was about as good as a virgin was in bed, the front door opened at this precise moment and in came the Hugh Hefner of Pinegrove.

Instantly my body went cold when I saw him, my stare was icy. He walked passed me, clear guilt on his face, as he couldn't even look me in the eye.

"Have you heard? Our dear daughter is no longer coming to Los Angeles with us because she wants to spend time with her real family.. some friends and a bottle of vodka." My mother informed my dad, pointing a finger right at me.

He finally looked me in the eye, staring for a moment too long before shrugging, "If she wants to go, let her."

My mothers mouth dropped wide open at how easily he gave in, "I can't believe you're fine with this!"

"She's young, let her have some fun once in a while." He gave her a half-hearted smile. "See you soon." He nodded at me and ventured off into the living room.

"See you both soon." I muttered and walked right out the door without another word.

I speedily walked to the bus stop, barely paying attention to anything around me. My mind raced with questions.. what would happen come next week? Would my dad move out? Will they get a divorce? Would they even split up? Would my mom forgive him?

As I approached the bus stop, I spotted Callie, smiling ridiculously at me.

She looked pretty as always. She had a similar outfit on as me. A white muscle shirt with 'Coca-Cola' written in red lettering, a red bandeau, black shorts, and black vans. Her blonde hair was straightened and fell just barely past her shoulders. She had a red snapback on, I'm assuming it was her brothers. Internally, I laughed at her outfit.. Tumblr would have such a hard-on right now at the sight of the two of us.

"You have no idea how happy I am that you're coming!" She yelled before I even reached her. "I thought I would spend the weekend binge drinking with Sophia because she's the only other female who can keep up." I would have normally smiled, but my mind was still running wild with what the outcome would be if my dad told my mother in LA.

Callie spotted something wrong, and her face turned serious, "What happened?"

"A lot." I sighed.

**

"Oh my god!" Callie's mouth dropped and her hand flew up to cover it, "He was nailing Harry's mom?!"

"Yeah," I nodded, "right in her marital bed."

"So are they like in love?" She asked before her eyes popped nearly out of their sockets, "Harry Styles could be your new step-brother!" I shook my head and tried to push that thought as far away as possible. I was already getting the image of having to share a bathroom with that walking, talking swab of chlamydia.

"No, I don't think it's anything like that. They were both acting when I caught them, it sounds like they are just fuck buddies."

Callie's face twisted in disgust, "I don't think parents should have fuck buddies, EW! Especially when they're married."

The rest of the bus ride is spent talking about my day's events.

"So what do you think is going to happen?" She asks.

"I have no idea. Come next week, I think I'll only have one parent returning from LA." I stare blankly out the bus window, thinking over how much this is going to suck. "Anyway, I don't want to think about it. I want to spend my next three days as drunk as possible, and I want you to make sure I don't think about home life at all."

"You have my word. I can do that." She devilishly smiled.

The bus slowly came to our stop, which was still about a twenty minute walk from the school. Though Pinegrove was a small town, the high school was not in the middle of it. Whoever built this town was obviously not thinking about the kids who couldn't drive yet. Putting the school on the absolute edge of it was not the best idea. The bus ride was a half hour, on top of a twenty minute walk. That was how it was for almost every kid in Pinegrove. We had no choice but to attend this school because the next one was over three hours away in a completely different town.

The school was pretty big. There was nothing around it, except for a mile of fields on each side, and then a shit ton of woods.

Who saw that one coming right?

"What are you going to do when you see Harry? Are you going to tell him?" Callie asks.

"I'm hoping I can avoid him like the plague all weekend, but since that might not work out, no I am not going to say anything."

Telling Harry would do no good, it would just damper his weekend. As appealing as it would be to ruin his life, he would find out eventually.

"Right.. all talk of adultery, slutty neighbors, and stupid parents is left behind now. It's time to prepare ourselves for the battle that waits."

"I didn't know we were entering a war-zone, Sargent."

"Oh yes my dearest friend. Waiting for us as we enter that building is going to be one of the most grueling sights you will ever see. There will be blood, which will probably be mine because we both know how clumsy I get when I am drunk. There will be tears, again probably mine because I get very emotional under the influence, and there will be sweat-"

"Again probably yours because you'll bang any man that has a decent amount of muscle and has a nice haircut." I chime in.

She looked at me and gasped, "How dare you, I am not that cheap! And good hair is important.. would you really want to run your hand through a guy's hair in the heat of passion only to be met with dandruff and grease?"

I grimaced, "Yeah, that is pretty disgusting."

"Exactly, at least I have standards. And don't play Virgin Mary with me. We both know there will be some beads of sweat coming off you this weekend you filthy dog."

"Depends." I smile and walk closer to the entrance.

"On what?"

"Their dress sense." I grinned, and Callie bursts with laughter.

"That's my girl," She high fives me. "Now let's get in there and prepare for the battle my young soldier."

Ironic how much truth her words would turn out to have.

Notes

Sorry for not updating sooner, I have been soso busy with school and dance.

I will double update tonight though, it will be getting good!!

Harry in the next chapter ;)