Watch Me

Chapter 2 : Queen of butches

Hearing my mother rant made me feel like an old lady. And do I want to feel like an old lady, no.

"Cece, Imma have to call you back", I said as I shut off my phone. "Mom-"

"I did you a favour by cleaning your smelly room, and you decided to pay me back by having a shake your butt party with some alien looking goat. Is that Celion?", mom said, cutting me off.

I walked into the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water as my mom stood there, watching me, and tapping her manicured foot against the tiled floor.

"What?"

"You're lucky that your dad wasn't here to witness this foolishness", she gasped, setting her pan on the table.

"Where is he, anyway? He can't be doing business this late in the morning, and he's not even home yet", I said as my mom suddenly looked tired and old. I knew why.

She breathed in and answered "Hurry up with your breakfast and wash up. I'll be ready to take you to school in 15 minutes".

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My floral dress clung to me as I rolled down the car window, wanting some magical breeze on my face in any second while my mom's radio was playing some old Mexican music.

I would have been okay with the music if my mom was not shouting the song out loud for all the people in the neighbourhood to hear.

A fat old guy that was shirtless with hair on his chest watched us as he slowly watered some plants as I hung my head in shame.

I swear, if a DNA test confirmed that she was not my mother, I would be shouting hallelujah from the rooftops of some church and giving thanks and praise to God.

As the red car rolled into the street, everyone thought that we were having a Mexican party inside there.

I hurriedly rolled up the black window, instantly missing the breeze.

Mom didn't notice though, because she busy doing the shimmy while driving. If we crashed into a tree and killed some cat, I'm pretty sure that the cat will sue my mom for doing the shimmy while driving.

Mom then made a left turn and I saw my school in the distance, and, sighing in relief, I told my mom to stop the car.

"Are you sure, kids these days could use some REAL music in their life, and I'm talking about you too. That Miley Cryrus dance you did isn't real dancing", she answered, and started doing the shimmy again.

"Mom. Stop".

She still continued.

I had had enough as I grabbed my backpack and headed out.

She didn't seem to realize though, as she was so engulfed in her miniature karaoke sing-off.

I walked through numerous gardens, excited to see Cece when I bumped into something, sending me on the ground.

I was so pissed off as my backpack was nowhere to be seen.

"Hey, watch where you're going. Ugh".

The guy in a white shirt with blue pants just stood there, smiling.

Was this heap of muscles for real?

"Hello, my name is Garrison, but you can call me Gary", he said, still standing there, his hands in his pants, obviously not planning to help me up.

"How 'bout I call you 'get out of my face before I punch you, you jerk'. It fits you nicely", I answered as I helped myself up, wiping my butt and looked for my backpack.

"Sounds a bit too long, doesn't it?", he asked, his green eyes smiling.

I didn't pay him any mind as I still looked for my bag.

"Here", he said handing it to me, "aren't you going to say thank you?"

"Hope I never see you again", I answered, grabbing my bag from him and marching towards the school.

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"Heyyyy, sugar berry!", I shouted to Cece as he ran over to me, pulling me into a bear hug.

"Sugar mummy, it's sooooo good to see you. Is my skin flawless?", he asked, doing the cutest face imaginable.

"Yep, what face mask did you use?"

Cece was about to answer when the voice that I despised so darn much said "F*ggot"

We both turned around and eyed the evil devil called Esther Williams. Her usual emotionless face now held a smirk while her gorgeous blonde hair flowed everywhere, hitting her lady servants behind her in their faces. Today she wore her usual green sparkly dress, with heels so sharp they could make a shark afraid.

I call her a sea lion because she thinks she's better than all of us 'normal fishes'.

"Butch 1, bring me my lip gloss, the red one", she said as a small girl handed it to her. "Aren't you gonna put it on for me, Sarah?"

"S-Sorry, and my name's Sally-"

"Put. It. On", Esther the sea lion growled, and the girl put it on slowly, and then she went back.

"Butch 2, hair, NOW".

The other 'butch' came and sprayed some hair spray all over her hair, making people cough.

"Can't believe that this female devil has girls who do things for her", Cece said, shaking his head.

"The things that people do to be popular", I answered.

"If you had that chance to be popular, would you take it?", Cece asked as he watched me.

"That chance, never", I answered laughing with Cece as others continued watching the sea lion. "And plus, I want to talk to you about a jerk that I met while coming here".