Writing A Wrong (A Write Stuff Novel Book 2) by King Tiffany

Author:King, Tiffany [King, Tiffany]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: A.T. Publishing LLC
Published: 2014-11-30T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 13

Two hours later Mom ambushed me in my hotel room. I wouldn't have thought Olivia had been in cahoots with her, but she did conveniently need to take care of a few things before joining us.

"Is there something going on between you and Greg?" she asked, sitting on the chair in my room. She didn't even bother beating around the bush.

Even though I had a sneaky suspicion as to why Mom had followed me to my room, her bluntness caught me off guard, causing me to choke on the sip of water I had taken. "What?" I finally sputtered after regaining my breath.

Mom didn't answer nor did she move, in spite of my coughing fit. Her steely eyes remained fixated on me, which meant she was one hundred percent serious.

"Mom, I love Alec," I said incredulously.

"Honey, I realize that, but I also know when a man is interested in a woman, and Greg has it bad for you."

First Olivia, then my own mother. I had no idea why I seemed to be the only one capable of seeing Greg for who he was. I shook my head in denial. Greg and I were just friends. There was no way he thought of me as anything but that. "Seriously, Mom, he treats me like I'm one of his buddies or something. Being around him is like having Riley or Zachary on the trip. He hasn't gotten as annoying as Tony yet," I laughed at my own joke, trying to get her to smile.

She responded by shaking her head. "Do you remember when Dustin Taylor wouldn't stop pushing you down on the playground in second grade? How upset you were?"

"Really? You're comparing this to something that happened on an elementary school playground when I was eight years old?"

Her argument was silly. First of all, I was scrawny for my age and a stiff breeze could have easily blown me over. Dustin Taylor knew that, which was why he chose to torment me by pushing me down whenever the opportunity arose. At the time, Mom tried to comfort me by telling me that sometimes when a boy liked a girl he would do all kinds of silly things to get the girl's attention. Pushing me down wasn't silly. It was mean and it hurt, a lot. Six years later, a slightly more mature Dustin continued to bother me by tugging on my hair while he sat behind me in science class right before asking me to the spring social. I turned him down flat. I had been holding a grudge over all those skinned knees and raw palms.

This was different. Greg was my friend. Sure, he teased me relentlessly, but Olivia and I were snarky with each other. "Mom, you're not going to try and convince me that the reason Greg teases me is because he really likes me, are you? I mean, aren't we supposed to be a little more mature as adults?"

"Yes, you are, which is why I'm having this conversation with you.

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