The Bad Boy’s Favorite Girl

Chapter nineteen

Elena’s pov

Walking home had been boring because Vee had taken a bus home as soon as we closed, leaving me to walk back home alone with nothing on my mind.

The sun was blazing against my skin and I rubbed my arms, walking quickly to get home. My house was just around the corner, a few minutes from school.

It was days like this when I missed the cool swimming pool at school, practice for the annual swimming club contest wasn’t out yet and I couldn’t wait to start swimming.

If there was anything I was good at, it was swimming. When I was younger, my father spent his days teaching me how to swim, and when our school made it compulsory to join a Club, I didn’t hesitate.

Well, that was before he lost his job and became a drunk addict

I pulled open the door and was instantly hit with the smell of popcorn. Stepping into the house, I heard giggling from the sitting room, I turned to see my mother with another man.

They were seated on the couch, cuddling as they laughed and threw popcorn at each other, laughing and downing the sound of the movie from the TV.

They hadn’t noticed me and I was thankful for that as my eyes glittered with unshed tears. To think my mother has been trying to get me back, but the truth is she can’t with this damn attitude of hers

She wasn’t even trying to hide how much of a cheater she was, and it annoyed me that she had to do this right before my eyes.

I remember the heartache, betrayal, and hurt flooding through my heart as it shattered and fell to my feet in different tiny broken pieces.

At first, they had both acted very remorseful and my mom had tried so hard to make me forgive her, and I had stupidly believed her until I caught her having sex with my ex.

What was that famous saying again? If you’re a high school student then College guys are off limits?

I should have learned that damn craft earlier than now.

I had dispersed all hope of her and I coming back together, and while she still tried, she was still having a relationship with other men and it confused me as to how she was still not guilty of cheating.

Unconsciously, anger seeped through me and I slammed the door behind me a little too loudly and they stopped, jumping off each other and turning to me in shock.

“sweetie?” She said, jumping off the couch to meet me, I staggered backward away from him as she drew near.

“You lost the right to call me that. It’s Elena to you if I ever would talk to you.” I said as I made for the stairs when she sighed and came after me again.

“Hold on, let’s talk about this plea-”

“Talk about what exactly! It’s obvious I’m disturbing your date with that swine over there.” I said, emphasizing ‘the swine’ and I heard the man gasp in shock.

“Honestly, nothing is going on between us. I’ve told you that a lot of times, why do you choose not to believe me?” She asked, frowning deeply when I rolled my eyes.

“How am I supposed to believe you when I’ve caught you with several men, not once and not even twice? Now you’re hanging out with another one. Tell me, does he last longer than the previous one you were with? It’s sad how you make a fool of me. Please excuse me, I have a date later this evening. I have to prepare,” I said, stomping away from her presence and up the stairs to my room and slamming the door behind me.

Thankfully, she didn’t follow me upstairs and I slumped against my door, sliding to the floor and burying my face in my hands as I burst into tears.

If there was anything I hated about myself, it was the fact that I was emotional. Most days, I wished things didn’t get to me as they did, and I hated that I had a soft heart.

And worst of all, because of her, I lost my boyfriend and gosh I hate the two of them.

Indeed my mom had all the basic features.

She was beautiful with wavy brown hair that fell to her waist, bright brown eyes, and the perfect figure. She could be mistaken as a model but she lacks a brain.

My mom in her teenage years, could have any guy she wanted in a snap of a finger but she had chosen to take my boyfriend away from me. And not once had she even tried to make things right by apologizing to me.

I cried harder, suddenly feeling a wave of loneliness rush through me. My parents were fucked up. ” I still haven’t seen my dad for days now”

I didn’t know how long I sat there crying until my phone vibrated in my pocket and I wiped my eyes, looking up to see the sun had gone down casting an eerie glow in my room.

I picked up my phone and glanced at the unfamiliar number that was displayed on my screen. I frowned, picking up the call and placing it over my ear.

“Hello,” I said.

“Hey, it’s Mac,” A deep baritone voice sounded over the speakers and I rolled my eyes.

“How did you get my number?” I asked, getting up from the floor and heading to my wardrobe to look for something nice to wear just in case he’s already on his way over.

“I have my ways. Come downstairs, I’m out,” Mac said and I gasped in shock.

“What? How did you know where I lived?” I asked, waiting eagerly for his answer.

“I’ll let you know as soon as you come out. And Put on something cute,” He said, ending the call before I could say anything else.

I grunted, throwing my phone on the bed as I ransacked my wardrobe for something nice to wear.

Most of my clothes consisted of baggy pants and oversized T-shirts. I finally found a blue summer dress I hadn’t got to wear during the summer.

Jerking it on, I slipped on a pair of gladiator sandals and pulled my hair into a ponytail, grabbing my bag and purse as well as my phone and running out of my room with a powder in hand.

If there was anyone who was disorganized, it was me. I quickly applied the powder on my face, looking at the now-empty sitting room.

My mom and that swine of a man could have probably gone out, thinking it was awkward having me here.

I opened the door, and Mac stood outside but as soon as my eyes met his, my jaw dropped to my feet.