Love Notes

Chapter 25-Charlie



It’s been a month since the blowout with my dad. Things have been perfect at least where Maverick’s concerned. We have a routine and things could not be better. Maverick has practice regularly and I attend his games, cheering him on.

Tori is the very best kick ass friend I could ever ask for. When I told her about going to homecoming with Maverick, she didn’t seem surprised at all. She was happy and elated and we spent an afternoon dress shopping together. Tori’s going dateless and we’ll just all hang together at the dance. I almost brought up the possibility of Will and Tori going together. Almost.

We have a complete blast in choir. I don’t think I have ever laughed so hard. Not a day goes by when we practice that Maverick doesn't tell me how good I am.

The ‘bitches’ still give me some grief, but it’s not nearly as bad as it used to be. I still catch sneering looks and nasty comments from time to time when Tori and I walk by. Nothing is ever said, while I’m walking with Maverick, of course. That would just show how incredibly awful they truly are. Tori is always first to step in and say something, when we're passing them. She is my all-time cheerleader.

At home things have taken a turn for the worse, as if it wasn’t bad enough before. My mom seems to be more stoic if at all possible and I really don’t know why. I’m hoping she’ll snap the hell out of it, but I'm not holding my breath.

It’s a very lonely existence in that house–my version of hell.

My dad has become even more degrading with his comments, especially when I told him that Maverick had asked me to homecoming. I received an all out laugh out of him and I believe it was a Carrie reference that went along with it. Every comment is always about Maverick and me. Always mean and always cutting. I would never confront him, because I think he would actually flip out. So I just deal with it. It’s become somewhat easier taking it, only because I know that I have Maverick. I don’t tell anyone what goes on, but knowing that he’s there, helps. Some days are worse than others though, and I can handle it okay most of the time. However, there are those days that I lose it, but only ever in the privacy of my own room. I refuse to let that man see me cry anymore.

I’ve had Maverick over some and we go to the movies and dinner from time to time but the majority of our time together is actually spent at school. Between going to school, Maverick’s football and choir practice, there's not a lot of time.

I can’t say I will ever get used to the attention that I garner from being with Maverick. I probably never will. He’s smoking hot and popular and just an overall good guy. He makes me laugh like no other, well maybe other than Tori. That chick is some serious funny.

How is it that everything can seem to be so perfect and then all of a suddenly stop being so? In a quick blink of an eye it changes with no warning? Just when I was so incredibly happy, my world stopped being perfect.