Haven't Been Caught

Why do parents have to overbearing? That would be a question I would love to be answered.

When I closed the door on Luke and Niall and sprinted up the stairs. Once I reached my room, I shoved my wet pants off my body and threw on the Spongebob ones. I flopped onto my bed and grabbed my laptop and pulled it onto my lap as if I had been hard working for hours.

I heard my parents call from downstairs and I cringed slightly. "Coming!" I yelled.

Okay, thus far I've made it sound like my parents are absolutely awful. They're really not. They are loving and hard workers. I love my mom and dad with my whole heart. But they are constantly trying to shove me into the girl the see me as in their mind's eye.

They see me as a smart, respectable woman who is going to grow further to be one of the top lawyers in Australia. But, I don't want that. The problem is, I'm not sure what I want to be instead. My parents won't let my head have any room for more thoughts about careers. They jam the thought of me being a lawyer into my head. I can't argue because then I'll get their wrath. There's nothing I really can do but just accept it.

"Salut, mama." I said as I ran down the stairs. I reached over and took her hands she and I kissed cheeks like the French did. Which makes sense since she is French. She doesn't let me hug her while she is in her suit. She doesn't want me to "soil it."

"Salut, mon amie!" He kissed me back. (Hello, my love)

"Comment s'est passée ta journée, maman?" I asked her as I reached over to remove her coat. (How was your day, mother?)

'No, no, no! Do not take a woman's coat! That is not becoming of a young lady! You must let the maid take care of that." she scolded me before turning and yelling, "Jeremy! Où es-tu? Tu ne fais pas ton boulot!" (Jeremy! Where are you? You’re not doing your job!)

The flustered boy came speeding around the corner of the maid's room. He came and took her coat while flittering. "Je suis désolé, madame. Ça n'arrivera plus, madame." (I am sorry, madame. It won’t happen again, madame.)

My mother, being the insufferably rich person she is, hires all of her workers from France. She refuses to have anything else. Those who work for us must speak fluent French and be a legal Australian citizen and a French citizen.

Vomit.

The amount that they flaunt their riches makes me sick. They go about wearing expensive clothes and driving the most high-end European cars that cost a fortune and all of it drives me batshit crazy.

After poor Jeremy took our clothes, my father came tromping in through the garage door muttering things that only he can understand under his breath.

“Good evening, father.” I said politely, catching his attention. He looked up from the floor and walked over to me with a stiff smile.

“Hello, dear.” He came over and made the same sort of embrace greeting thing that my mother did to me before turning to my mother. “Charles Thiessen is going to be the death of us all. He refuses to call Michael Monchez and tell him my message! The nerve! Thank God he’s gone now, otherwise, I might have lost my mind!”

My father is the CEO of a famous law firm simply called “Grace”. They take criminals that are being tried and defend them. They don’t take very many, but the ones that they do take, pay good money and always come out pardoned of any crime they were being tried for. How they do it is beyond me. But somehow they manage to.

And I’m going to be forced to fill those shoes one day.

Oh, God help me.

“Jamie, dear, what are you wearing?” My mother’s voice caught my attention and brought me out of my miserable thoughts.

I looked down at my clothes again and cringed at my stupid Spongebob pants with my gray crop top t-shirt.

I sighed. “They’re my pajamas, maman.”

My mother wagged her finger at me and started her scolding, “This is not clothes of a young lady. You also know that you’re not to wear your pajamas out of your room, do you understand?”

I ran my fingers through my hair that I had let down before they came, “Yes, maman.”

“Good. Now go up and get back to your studies.” She shooed me away with the wave of her hand.

“Yes, maman.” I turned and started to climb back up the stairs to my room.

“Jamison?” I winced at the use of my terrible full name then turned to face him.

“Yes, father?”

“What’s your GPA?” He asked taking his glasses off and waving them at me.

“3.75” I replied.

He sighed, disappointed. “Jamison you have to do better than that to get into Harvard.”

Goddamnit. “I know, father. I’m sorry. I will do better.”

He put his glasses back on to read the paper that he had picked up from the kitchen counter and started walking to his study. “Damn right you will.”

I sighed and started back up the stairs to my trip to my room.

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(Luke)

"Damn. You've been at this school for, what, three days now? You barely know this girl! and yet you've fallen head over heels for her. This is some major movie shit." Michael said to me.

I sighed and threw my arm over my eyes.

Michael, Calum, Ashton and I were at my house. We were hanging in my basement which doubled as my room. Michael and Calum were on my couch playing my Xbox and eating pizza, Ashton was sitting on the floor watching, and I was lying on my bed. I had just ranted to them about Jamie. Who, a day earlier had given me her number.

I'm not sure what it was about her, but she had grabbed my attention. She had this way about her. Next to being drop dead gorgeous, she was refined and classy. She was beautiful in a way that was very humble. Like she was flattered you even looked at her. She was driven. In the few days that I've observed her, she is focused.

"Dude. You're making this so much harder than it really is." Ashton said with a mouth full of pizza. "Just text her. Call her. Whatever. You have her number. Hell, you even go to the same school as her. Just ask her out."

"I can't. I don't want her to think that I'm a crazy guy who's only into the relationship just for the title. I need to get to know her. Talk to her." I said exasperated

"Then do it! GODDAMNIT, MICHAEL!" Calum said as Michael had beat him in FIFA.

"It's not that easy," I said, sitting up.

"YES, IT IS!" All three boys yelled at me.

I threw my hands up in the air, "But everyone I've talked to about her tells me that she doesn't date. That every guy at this school who has asked her out has gotten rejected!"

"So, start with friends!" Ashton said, gesturing his hands towards me, looking away from the tv and down at his phone.

"But--" I started

Ashton waved his had at me, telling me to stop.

I was further interrupted from talking by hearing a ringing coming from the phone in Ashton's lap. It was in that moment where I realized that the phone in Ashton's lap was my phone. He reached up and pushed a button on Michael's controller which paused the game. A yell of protest came from both of them. Ashton shushed them and then reached for the remote and muted the tv.

I caught the phone which Ashton had suddenly hurtled in my direction. I heard Jamie's voice answer the phone when I turned it over.

"Hello?" Her voice said.

Ashton waved at me to get on with it and say something.

I put the phone to my ear and said, "Hi."

"Oh, hi Luke!" Her voice picked up enthusiasm.

Notes

Hello!!!!

First of all, I want to say sorry to those who I promised a chapter to last week. I didn't have time nor a chance to get around to it.

BUT HERE IT IS NOW XD!

Also, there will be more guy talks in the future.

Sooooooo... yeah.

Oh! And also, I'm still continuously editing it. Going back through and re-reading it and then making changes as I deem fit. Nothing big but enough to make it better.

Later my lovies,
-Swiggotyy_Swootyy