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Hey there. Um, maybe I guess I should tell you a few things about myself. My name is Marianne Williams, but I go by Mac. There is no way in hell I was going to be known as Marianne to anyone. You see my mom went through a Jane Austen phase right before I was born, so lucky me. Anyway, my older brother has always been my form of parenthood. God, what a screwed up "dad" he was. He knocked up his girlfriend when he was 17 (I was 12) and moved out to "take care of the baby." So getting on with it, my mom's a workaholic, and my dad, well he left right after I was born. I think mom would rather be at work than have to spend time with me. I had my dad's green eyes. So, there's not much more to say, other than the fact that my mom's sending me away because of my school expulsion. But maybe I should start from the beginning.
Honk honk! I looked out my room window and saw my badass boyfriend, Max, in his Camaro. I grabbed my bag and headed down for the car. Mom wasn't home. Not surprising. I locked the front door behind me and ran to get into Max's car. I shut the door of his car behind me and faced him.
"Hey babe." He said, grabbing me in a lip lock. I returned the favor, and giggled when he started kissing my neck.
"Max, stop it!" I laughed all the while, lightly smacking his shoulder. He rested his head on my shoulder.
"Babe, I'm getting restless." I sighed. Of course he couldn't just let it go. He'd been trying to sleep with me since we started going out a year ago.
"Max, you know how I feel. I love you and all, but I'm waiting until I'm married before I do that."
"Why?" Because my mother didn't and clearly she has had such a great life. But I didn't say that.
"I don't know. It's just something I believe." He gave me a disbelieving look.
"So you'll drink like a guy, and smoke, but you won't sleep with me?" Okay, so I indulged in bad behavior, but that doesn't mean I'm a cheap whore.
"Yes Max, I won't. And I'm leaving it at that. We always get in a fight after this happens, and I just want to have a good night at the party." He shrugged.
"Fine. Let's go." He shoved the car into drive and skidded away from the curb. Poor camaro. Max pulled through our school's gates (yeah, only cool people break into school to have a party) and parked in the prinicpal's parking spot. We got out of his car and headed toward the math building. Yeah. We were having a party in the math building at school. Only the cool kids do it.
So we walked up to the building and snuck in through the back janitor doors, and I could already smell the smoke and hear the music.
I grabbed Max's hand and pulled him out of the closet and toward our destination: Ms. Winklemeyer's freshman math class.
We walked down the hall and got into the classroom fairly quitely. I looked around the room and saw a few people I knew. Most of them were stoners, though. Max grabbed a beer for him and handed me a shot of vodka. He knew me well.
I banged it on the table and swiftly swallowed it down. Mmm. Good vodka.
I headed over to say hello to a couple of my friends while Max went over to his buddies. My best friend Ashley grabbed me and pulled me over to say hello to everyone else.
"Hey Mac, isn't this a great party?" Her words slurred together. Poor girl couldn't hold her alcohol.
"Yep, Ash, it's great. Hey have you seen Jake?" Jake was the local stoner with a fake ID, so he always bought the alcohol.
"Yeah." She said clinging to a random guy standing next to her. "He's over in Shingle's room." I nodded. I really needed some whiskey.
"I'll be back later." She nodded and started making out with the random guy.
Mr. Shingle was my sophomore math teacher who was still out to get me even after a year.
I walked down the hallway and made it to his room. It was unlocked. I opened the door and saw Jake waiting around, smoking a joint.
"Hey Jake." He lazily turned his head and faced me.
"Do you have the whiskey I asked for?" He nodded.
"Sure. You got the money?"
"Yeah." I grabbed two twenties out of my wallet and handed them to him. He stuck them in his pocket and handed me a bottle of Jack. I opened the cap and took a deep swig. Burned like hell, but wasn't that the point of it all? I walked out into the hallway and sat down against the lockers. After I drank a third of the bottle, I was feeling a major buzz. I stood up and dragged my hand against the lockers as I walked. I was in too deep to go back to the party now.
Making my way through the school, I passed most of the math classes when I heard a door opening and suddenly had a bright light on my face.
"She was found in the hallway of the math building." I was currently sitting in the prinicipal's office with my mom, and the principal.
"She had a bottle of whiskey in her hand, a third empty, and was roaming alone." My mom nodded.
"Well, I don't know what would cause her to do something like this. What do you suggest?" My mother asked the principal. Traitor.
"Well, I hate to say this but she's going to be expelled. Her behavior this time has been too extreme." Mom nodded.
"Will you call the cops?" The principal shook his head.
"I understand it's against the law, but she and I have come to an agreement. She tells me the name of who gave her the alcohol, and I'd arrange for her to attend a new school."
"Alright." Mother said.
"So, Marianne, who bought you the alcohol?" Like hell I'd rat out Jake.
"I got some random guy at a mini mart to buy me a bottle of whiskey." The principal shook his head and sighed.
"Very well. You want to play like that? Okay. I've made some calls, and you've been arranged to go to Forester Academy in Michigan."
"Michigan!" I yelled, standing up.
"Darling, be glad a school accepted you with your record." Mom said.
"Shut up mother. Don't you dare even call me 'darling', pretending like you care." I said, seething. She stood up.
"Well thank you Mr. Wilson. We'll call the school and arrange everything." Mom shook my principal's (well, ex-principal's) hand.
"Very well, Ms. Williams. Goodbye Marianne." He said to me. It was all I could do to not give him the bird. I stalked out of the principal's office, followed by my mom. I waited outside of mom's car until she let me in and got in. She sat in the driver's seat and drove home.
I jumped out of the car and ran inside, without saying a thing to her. I called Max and he picked up after the first ring.
"Hello?" He sounded half asleep. Oh yeah, because he's sleeping off his hangover, unlike me.
"Max? It's me. I really need to talk to you. Can you pick me up?"
"Sure babe. I'll be over in twenty." He hung up without saying goodbye. I quickly changed out of last night's get up, tight skinny jeans and tank top, and slipped into a cotton t-shirt, shorts, fishnets and my high tops.
After about fifteen minutes, I heard Max pull up outside.I rushed through the house and was stopped by mom.
"Where do you think you're going?" She screeched. Okay, I'm exaggerating but she's just so annoying.
"No you're not."
"Don't you dare spend all of my life not caring, and all of a sudden take an intrest. I'm 17 years old. I'm going out."
"Marianne, you know I care about you."
"No, mom, you don't. So get out of my damn way." She moved a little and I pushed pass her. I got out of the house and got in Max's car.
"So what's wrong?" He asked.
"Just drive to our spot. I can't talk right now. I'm too angry."
"Alright." He started driving to 'our spot', basically an abandoned warehouse we found and shared our first kiss in.
When we got there, we got out and walked into the building. Max leaned up against a pillar and looked down at me.
"So what's up?" Instead of answering, I rushed into his arms, and started kissing him. He quickly opened his mouth and deepened the kiss. I groaned in response and his hand slid up under my shirt. As much as I was enjoying it, I needed to get a hold on myself. I pushed lightly on his chest.
"Max, we need to stop." He gripped my hips.
"God Mac, you're such a tease. Do you really think I can just stop?" I really didn't want any drama.
"Max, I know I'm being kind of horrible, but I don't know. As much as I don't want to, I think it's best we stop."
"Then stop thinking." I wagered my possibilities. Leave Max right now, and probably regret it, or finally have sex, and be with Max.
Screw it. For once, I gave into Max and kept kissing him. "You're right Max." He smiled and pulled out a condom. God, why did I have such a bad feeling about this?
Max and I were redressing when I realized I had completely avoided what I needed to tell him.
"Max?" I said at the same time he said my name. I smiled. "Go ahead." I said.
"Alright, um. I think we should break up." What?
"Why?" I asked.
"I don't think this is working." He said. He's kidding right?
"What do you mean?" I didn't seriously just give him everything for him to break up with me, did I?
"Babe, you never seemed like the groveling type of girl, so I think we should just leave it at that." Oh he's kidding right?
"Don't you dare call me 'babe'. I'm not your babe. And trust me, I'm not groveling. Get a hold of yourself." He seemed surprised.
"Okay, Mac. Well either way I'm breaking up with you. This isn't working. Sorry. I'll give you a ride back to your house-" I cut him off with a knee to the balls. He keeled over.
"Shut up you asshole. I'll walk." I headed out of the building, and heard his car pulling up behind me.
"Fine. Do what you want. I always knew you were a whore." He peeled out after that. God! I hate him! Why the hell did I sleep with him? Oh right, because I thought I loved him. Well that worked out. Damn! I was so close to notgiving in, but I had a moment of weakness!
I pulled out a cigarette and lit it up, taking a long drag. I had a little to walk, considering my house was about two miles away. I took another drag on the cigarette. I finally made it into a suburban neighborhood and knew I was only about a mile from my house. I was already on my third cigarette when I heard a familiar obnoxious voice.
"Tsk, tsk Marianne. Smoking is a very bad habit." I turned to face the very biggest asshole ever: Aaron Michaels, your typical jock.
"Screw you Aaron." I kept walking past him.
"Gee, Marianne, lovely language." I dropped my cigarette and stomped it out.
"Aaron, I want nothing to do with you, not now, not ever, so back the fuck off."
"Sounds like someone's had a bad day." I swear, I wanted to punch him in the face so badly. So I did just that. It made a lovely crunching sound. "Oh my god! You bitch! You need major help!"
"Maybe I do, Aaron. So maybe you should just leave me alone." I kept walking, leaving a bloody-faced Aaron behind me. Good riddance.
Having the comfort of the previously smoked cigarettes, I ran all the way home, more pissed than upset. By the time I got home, mom was gone. Not surprising. What was surprising was the company that was currently sitting on my couch.
"Nate?" He stood up from the couch and smiled.
"Nate!" I rushed to my big brother and gave him a huge hug. "Oh Nate it's been way too long!" He picked me up and swung me around.
"Same here." He chuckled. He set me down and looked me over. "Mac, what the hell are you wearing?' Whoops. Guess he wasn't used to seeing me like this. "And why do you smell like smoke?" Shit.
"Mac, do you think I'm mom? I'm not going to give up that easily."
"Well why are you here?" I asked changing the subject. He looked kind of sad.
"Well, Kelly's gone." Kelly was the girl he got pregnant.
"She took Will and left. She told me she wasn't happy and wanted nothing to do with me." Oh no. I hugged him again.
"Nate I'm so sorry. I know how much she meant to you. And clearly Will meant a lot to you, I mean he is your son."
"He's not." This was news.
"Kelly lied to me. Will isn't even my son." I hugged him again.
"Nate! You're staying here, right?" He nodded. We sat down on the couch.
"So what's this I hear of you getting expelled?" He asked. Of course mom told him. She just doesn't know when to keep her mouth shut, and when to open it.
"It's nothing." He shook his head.
"Clearly it's not nothing. I mean come on Mac! Even I didn't get expelled in high school! What did you do?" Well, I guess it's time to tell him the truth.
"Okay, so you know how I've been dating Max?" He nodded. "Well we went to a party last night on campus, but got into a fight before we got there-"
"Did he hurt you?"
"No, Nate, just let me finish the story. Okay, so we got into a fight, and you know how I solve problems. I drink. So I did. We got to the party, and we both left to say hello to our friends, and I went to get a bottle of whiskey-"
"Whiskey? Come on Mac-"
"Nate shut up! Do you want to hear or not?" He pretended to lock his lips with a keys. "Okay. So I had a little more than a third of the bottle when a night guard found me. Don't really remember the rest, I was too drunk, but the principal told mom that he wouldn't rat me out to the cops, but he arranged for me to go to a boarding school in Michigan. Michigan, Nate! Is that not crazy! I mean, that's like a bagillion miles away from here." Nate rolled his eyes.
"Mac, how many actually?"
"Around 2,000." Okay, so I was great at memorizing random facts.
"Good job Mac." I looked up at Nate.
"So you're not mad?"
"No. Trust me Mac, I'm pissed off, I mean how could you do something so stupid?" I cringed back a little. Just wait until I told him about today. Nate and I were always very honest with each other.
"There's more." He looked back at me. "I did something stupid. Like, really really stupid." He groaned a little.
"You didn't." I nodded.
"Yeah. I did. And it was dumb. And stupid. And I was angry. And I wanted to finally have something that wasn't worthless. And guess what? He dumped me. He used me and dumped me." Nate put his arm over my shoulder and pinched the bridge of his nose.
"Well, Mac, I'm not surprised this happened. I mean, I never want to think of my baby sister having sex, but clearly it's already happened. But anyway, do you want me to chase the punk down and hurt him?" I shook my head.
"I think I already took care of that. I kneed him so hard I don't think he's ever going to have kids." Nate laughed and glanced down. He furrowed his brow and lifted my hand up. My knuckles were a little swollen and red.
"Did you punch him too?"
"No, I punched someone on the way home who was bothering me. I think I broke his nose." Nate rolled his eyes.
"Well at least I don't have to worry about you getting mugged or hurt. Let me get you some ice." He stood up and went into the kitchen. My big bro. Perfect dad. Stupid Kelly. She's not good enough for him.
He came back with a bag of ice and set it on my hand. It was soothing. We talked for a while, and stayed up watching scary movies with the lights all off, but when it came down to things, it was almost two in the morning, and mom wasn't home.
"Where do you think she is?" I asked Nate. He shrugged. Just then we heard the key in the door.
"I think they're asleep." We heard mom say. I gave Nate a weird look and he looked just as confused as I. We pretended to be asleep as we heard two pairs of footsteps approaching.
"They're cute." We heard a deep male voice say. "Seem like good siblings."
"Yeah." Mom responded. "Nate always did take care of Marianne while I was at work." Like hell! He took care of me even when she was here! And who the hell was mom talking to? "Well, I guess I can leave them a note and go back over to your place for the night." Oh hell no! She was not going to be such a slut, right? Wrong.
After the note was written and the door was locked again, I got up from the couch and walked upstairs to my room.
"Shut it Nate. I don't want to hear it." He didn't say a thing as I shut my bedroom door. I could use a cigarette really badly, but I had none left. So my second best option was sleep. And so I changed into pajamas, and crawled into bed.
What a day.