"What the hell were you thinking?" My mother looked at me.
"Are you into bondage, is that what this is? Getting in trouble so a police man will get you all tied up? Because if you're gay-"
"I'm not gay, Mom." I am, however, into bondage.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes." I rolled my eyes.
"Then what the hell is going on with my baby boy? You don't want to watch Spiderman or whatever with your sister, you haven't asked me for this month's edition of Invasion. You're not wearing your superhero shirts, you haven't been asking to visit Addie. Why is my baby boy not himself anymore?"
I knew she was just trying to help, but I fucked up my chance with the guys, and I wasn't going to get back to being an outcast.
"Mom, that stuff is for little boys. I'm not a kid anymore! Get that through your head!" I shouted at her.
"Watch your tone with me, Noah. Remember who you are talking to." She warned.
I didn't care. In that moment, I truly wanted to hurt my mother. "I fucking hate it here. I hate the city, I hate my school, I hate everyone here."
"Noah, just give it some time." She gave me a little smile.
"I don't want to give it anymore fucking time! I've given it two weeks! I've had it!"
She dabbed her eyes and her tone went low. "Fine. Then you're like this coffee." She held up her cup. "Grounded."
"I hate you." I mumbled and stomped up the stairs.
I felt horrible, I couldn't sleep the rest of the night. I didn't have Addie to text because I was grounded.
I sighed, put my head in the pillow, and screamed.