Why I Don't Like You

Chapter 4: Simply because there are not enough walls around here

Nick's POV

 

'Oh Babybunny! Guess what?' Rebecca walked up to me with a big smile on her face.

'What, Rebecca?' With a not-amused smile I turned to her.

'I am pregnant! Isn't that great?!' She jumped around me.

'Haha, you wish! You're not my girlfriend and we didn't have sex. So, no. You are not pregnant, unless you cheated on me, which I doubt.'

'Okay, okay! You got me! But I am not sorry for joking, because I am mad!' She pointed her index finger at me. ''First you spend a night with a girl without my permission, then you get back looking very sad, then you meet a girl at school! I don't want you to talk to other girls! Oh and your mother wants to talk to you! She is mad!' She then turned around and walked away. Her hair was tailed up and her make up was.... too much. I was glad she turned around. One less ugly face to look at. Too bad I had to follow her inside: to my mother.

Once inside, my sister started laughing at me. 'Haha! you made Mom mad! You are so screwed bro!' She flipped her hair and ran to her room, before I could stop her and ask.

'MOM!' I walked down the hallway and looked around.

'No need to shout!' I heard her voice coming out of one of the soundboxes that hung around. I rolled my eyes and took a deep breath. 'Come to the dining room! Now!'

'Okay... And which dining room?' I rolled my eyes. My mother was so unpredictable and so unorganized.

'The green one! Like always!' I took another deep breath. Last week it was the red one, now the green one... Dude... We should buy a smaller house. It was my money anyway. Ever since my mother posted a video on youtube about me singing, I got famous. Not that I wanted it, though, I just wanted to sing. Not for people in particular. So my mother thought it was her money, since she made me famous and I wasn't 18 yet. So yes, she is spilling my money. The money I worked for. I like concerts, just not the screaming girls. I want a nice girlfriend, sweet, she doesn't even have to be pretty! Just a girl that likes me for who I am, and not what I do. But now my mother even made it worse by buying this enormous house. It's like a castle with a rose garden, and Rebecca loves roses. So one day she was standing in front of our house, watching the roses. My mother came over to her, had a talk with her, and BAM! She was my 'girlfriend'. The next day she was at my school, and walked me home. She was even in my bedroom! It was nuts!

'I've been expecting you...' My mother turned around in her chair.

'Mom... You're not cool. And not funny either.'

She raised one eyebrow and started talking to me. 'I, am furious. You are cheating on Rebecca! How could you do that!?'

'Oh my god, Mom.... First: Rebecca is not my girlfriend. Second: I don't have any other girl in my life.' And again I had the urge to knock my head against a wall.

'Listen, son. I don't want you to talk to other girls than Rebecca. Unless she or I gives you permission. And that won't happen any time soon.' Then a smile appeared on her face. 'Now the good news!'

I raised both my eyebrows. That was unexpected. 'Good news? What happened? Is the marriage planned?'

'No...' My mother pouted. 'But your father is coming home!'

Jumping up and down like a little girl a smile appeared on my face. My father was the only one that could save me. I haven't talked to him in months. He's in the army. He has no idea about what's happening around here. He will probably be on my side and send Rebecca away, and buy another house! This is amazing!