Late Last Night (Completed) by Kenzie . (that summer book txt) 📕

   "Your faggot friend is here." she finally said.

    I cringed, she has never been a fan of Ronnie, and Ronnie her. "Where's Max?" I asked.

   "Outside playing." she replied dryly. "Away from that sinner."

   "Enough of the crap mother, you are not the person to be judging someone now."

   "Excuse me?" she asked, standing up from her seat on the couch. I watched her stalk over to me, an I rolled my eyes. I was officially done wit her. IT was time for her to leave.

     "Why are you here and when are you going to leave?"

    Her eyebrows rose and she finally reached over t where I was. "Why, I'm not going to miss my own daughters gradutation. Prom... Those are all very important things to a teenage girl. "

     So is her first boyfriend.

     "And also. There is someone here I need to see again." She turned her back to me and sat back on the couch. She turned on the TV, obviously done with me.

     I watched her as I climbed the steps to my room until she was no longer vivible. When I reached my bedroom door and turned the knob and I looked at Ronnie. He sat on my bed, his eyes not meeting mine. 

    "Your mother is such a hoe bag." he said. I shrugged, shutting the door behind me. 

    "I thought she was going to be gone." I said. I reached into my bag and dug out the plastic bag. I placed it on the nearny table and watched Ronnie as he stood up. 

    "She called me a fag." he said. "God, I hate that word."

    "So do I." I sighed. "But I don't think she'll be leaving soon though."  

    "Why?" he asked. I shrugged. 

    "That not important now."  I shook my head. "Come on, let's get this thing over with." I walked over to the plasitc bag and took out the home HIV testing kit. I turned back to my best friend. He still wouldn't look me in the eye, I knew he was disappointed in himself for not using protection that one time. 

    "You ready for this?" I asked. He sighed and grbbed the box from me.

    "Fine." 

    He walked over to my bathroom and closed the door. "I'm right here, Ronnie. I'm not going anywhere." 

    He didn't answer. My back fell against the door way and I slid down it. "I'm right here."

***

    After Ronnie left my house I went to the local mall to meet Amy for our "shopping date" and it already started off on the wrong foot. She was on her period for one, so she was agsty. Plus, she saw me with a shirt that Louis gave me for Christmas and practically tried to strip me in Starbucks. 

     All in all, Amy was one of the worst people to be around when she was in PMS Mode. And I had to endure it. I watched as she pulled me all along the Mall, looking for the perfect dress. Something that wasn't to short or tight but not long and poofy. She was picky and made a face at every suggestion I made. 

     "This is all wrong!" she yelled. People looked over to us and I even saw a mom shake her head at us. 

     "Calm down, Amy, it's only our fifth store." I said. I moved aside an ugly bright yellow dress and behind it was a sexy black one. It was a maxi dress with a sweetheart neckline and a slit up the rght side. 

     "Look Amy, I think I found one for you." I said. I shoved the dress in her face and pushed her in ther direction of the changing room. "Hurry up."

     "Stop being so pushy." she snapped. "Always so pushy. Damn it." She grumbled the whole way to the changing rooms.I sighed and explored the rack for something for myself. Even though I had no date.

     "Hey!" Amy said. "Where'd you find this dress, it's gorgeous!" I rolled my eyes. The dress did fit her perfectly.

     "I think thats your dress." I smiled at her. "While I'l be stuck in that dress I wore for Winter Formal."

     "That dress made you look fat and frumpy."  

     I gritted my teeth as she walked away into the dressing room. When she finally left the room she came back with the dress draped over her forearm.

     Enough bs-ing it I looked over to her. "Did you cheat on Louis?"

     She looked down and took along time to answer. "...Yes."

     I kind of guessed as much from her reaction earlier today. "Why?" 

     "I don't know." she bit her lip. 

     Frustrated I stomped my foot, "Stop lying to me. Why did you cheat on him and then lie to me like it was all his fault." 

     "Listen, Nadya, not everybody is as perfect as you." she hissed. 

     "You did not just say that." I said lowly. I could already feel my temperature rise and I'm not one lose my temper easy. 

     "Oh boo-hoo, your mother doesn't like you. Other people don't even have mothers." She growled out. 

     "At least you mother loved you. My mother is a bitch. She slept with my first boyfriend. She neglects me and treats me like shit. And you know what Amy, I suck it up. You don't see me talking about it all the time. You don't see me complaining. So don't you dare say that." 

     I left the store after that. Even though Amy was my ride, I rather walk all the way home. 

     I can't believe she said that too me. Our mother situtation has always been something we shared and understood about one another. Not paying attention I bumped into someone. 

     "I'm sorry." I looked up and saw a flash of fiery red hair that looked strangely familiair. 

     "Nadya?" 

     I gulped, I'd know that voice anywhere. "Hi, Tyler."

 

Chapter 21::Chandelier:: Sia

     Three days later and after the encounter with my ex boyfriend, I was standing in my room with a purple  maxi dress on. My hair was down instead of its usual updo.And I had used a smokey eyeliner.

     Sighing I shook my head and picked up my clutch.This night was supossed to be fun. Amy and I always dreamed that the day of our prom would be spent giving each other mani-pedi's and doing each others hair. 

     Instead I had to get my self ready all alone while my mother drank away down stairs singing off key to Babyface. 

    "You look pretty Nagya." I heard a small voice say. I looked towards my doorwayad saw my cute baby brother in his footie pyjamas. 

     "Thank you, little man." I smiled. 

     "Where are you going?" he asked whil shuffling inside. I sat on my bed and he joined me. 

     "A party." I said, caressing his cheek. 

     "Do you promise to come back? Momma says she'll come back, but sometimes she does not." 

     "What?" I asked. "How often is... Mother out?"

     "All the time and she sometimes come back before I go to school." he sniffled and rubbed his eyes. "But sometimes she doesn't and when she does sometimes at night she brings home her friends."

     "Come on you need to go to bed. I promise to come back, okay?" 

     He smiled and I scooped him up in my arms, not caring about my dress. The thing about my mother is while she is a total witch to me, she treated Max way better. And I was okay with her leaving for so many days and hours, as long as she took care of Max I did not care. She managed to send money to me when I needed, I never questioned what she did until now. 

     I kissed Max's forehead when I tucked him into bed. 

    I locked the room and walked down the hallway. My mother was waiting at the foot of the stairs with a cheesy fake smile plastered on her face. Cautously I climbed down the stairs, trying not to trip in my new pumps. 

     "Um, what's going on?" 

     "A nice boy is here for you." 

     What? 

     I looked over my mothers shoulder and frowned when I saw Marc. "What are you doing here?" 

     His cute smile fell from hi face and I glared at him. "Um... Well.:

     "Aw give the boy a break Nadya." I heard Ronnie'svoice say. He rounded the corner looking very handsome in his tux with a red bowtie. He smirked at me and it was aif he never took that HIV test. My mother rolled her eyes at him and left the room. 

     "Come on girl." 

     I grinned and ignored Marc on my way to Ronnie. We linked our arms and made our way out of the house. As we reached the steps and the pathway that connected the driveway to the patio, I looked back to see Marc close the door beind us. He looked over at me sadly and smiled a little. 

      I sighed and looked back towards the front. 

     This is going to be a long night. 

***

     The gym was pink. Literaly. The lights had pink coverings over them. The tables set around the perimeter of the gym had a pink table cloth with pink chairs surrounding it. The stage was pink. Heck, under this lighting everyone looked pink. 

     "Jesus, it looks like we are inside a vagina." Ronnie scoffed from beside me. I shook my head amlittle and laughed. 

     "And how would you know?" I said cheekly. 

     Ronnie nudged me with his elbow. "Let's go dance the night away in this cheesy pink pathetic excuse of a ballroom." 

     "AKA the inside of the vagina." Max joked from behind us. I shot him a serious look and Ronnie gave him one filled with pity. 

     "It's only funny when I say it." he replied and then he dragged me by the hand. I smiled at a few familiar faces as I danced with Ron. When I started to feel a little too hot and overwhelming. I left Ron to be surrounded with a bunch of girls. Even gay, he still gets girls. 

     I walked up to the side bar and looked at all the various pink punches. 

     I guffawed, "Who came up with the ridiculous pink idea?" 

     "Hilary," a familiar voice said. I lifted my head to meet Louis' gaze acroos the table. 

     "Um, hey." I said, kind of awkwardly. The last time we spoke we weren't actually on good terms. 

     He gave me a fake smile in return. He then gestured to the multiple cups layed out in front of us. "Which Pepto Bismol would you like?" 

     I pointed to the dark pink one and Louis handed it to me. "So, um, what are you doing here?" 

    "Got detention, was forced to work on the dance committe." He shrugged. I shook my head not surprised. 

     "Your such a trouble maker." I replied taking a sip of the drink. I instantly recoiled. "God, this isn't juice." 

     Louis smirked, "Not fully." 

     "God, Loouis your going to get into so much trouble!" 

     "It wasn't me." he laughed. "It was my new partner in crime." His devish smirk had me suspicious. 

     "Oh please don't tell me-"

     "Well if it isnt the prettiest gall at the ball." I turned and looked over at Lucas. He actually looked cute, with his black and white penguin tux. His hair was messy and he had slight stubble on his chin that I found attractive. As he stepped closer to me with that mischevious smile on his face I realized he did not have those sily contacts in. His eyes shined one blue one