Du walk in the front door and before Du can close it, she’s standing in front of you.
“Traffic on the way Home from school,” she says.
“Yeah, mom,” Du say, rolling your eyes and walking past her into the kitchen. Du weren’t in the mood for her games, Du just wanted to Zeigen up long enough for her to get off your case and let Du go see Alex again.
“I know Du weren’t at Summer’s last night,” she calls from the foyer as she comes to meet Du in the kitchen.
“Oh really now,” Du say, pulling out the orange saft and taking a drink, not even bothering with a glass.
“Marissa, don’t play these games with me,” she tells you.
“Games, mom,” Du say, looking at her incredulously. “You don’t want to play games with me? Did Du ever think I didn’t want to play your games?”
She looks at Du with her infamous scowl before continuing. “What is this all about? The truancy, not coming home, sleeping at that Zufällig punk chick’s house.”
“What,” Du question, nearly spitting out your drink. Du put your hand over your mouth as a precaution.
“I know where you’ve been, Marissa. I saw your car at her house this morning.”
“Oh, so Du didn’t come barging in when Du saw my car? How very thoughtful of you,” Du say facetiously.
“Caleb sagte this girl was a troublemaker, and now I can see he’s right. I’m not going to have any daughter of mine dating a purple haired punk. Let alone one that’s a girl,” she tells you, and you’re shocked at how calm she remains. On the inside, you’re freaking out, because if Julie Cooper knows, so will everyone else. Du maintain your resolve, not letting her think that she’s scared you.
Crossing your arms, Du shoot her a look and say, “Oh, what are Du going to do this time, pay her off? Threaten her? How low could Du possibly get, mother?”
She takes a step closer to Du and lowers her voice. “Now Du listen to me. Du know how this affected Luke’s father. There’s enough drama in our lives right now, what with this illegitimate child and your father leaving, I am not going to have all of Newport thinking that Julie Cooper-Nichol’s daughter is a lesbian,” she tells you, spitting out the last word as if it would leave a dirty taste in her mouth if she left it in there any longer. “You will stop seeing her, even if I have to see to it myself.”
Du realize that your mother mind is set and Du know there’s no changing it, so there’s no use in trying. Giving her a flippant ‘whatever,’ Du turn around and head out the door to your car. Du refuse to let her see Du cry.