Chapter 105

Clara's POV

Mom was in the living room tapping her feet impatiently.

My mom was far more deadly when she was quiet.

Derek and I sat down across from her. The room became increasingly silent.

I wasn't worried about me but rather about Derek.

Mom looked up, preparing herself for her speech.

She sighed, her anger finally contained. "Look here, Clara, I don't expect you to be a saint. You can even date twenty of them simultaneously if you want to. I don't like being lied to. I've been worried sick, wondering if something had happened to you all the while you were with this one." Mom scolded.

"And you," she turned to Derek. "Do you always drive around dropping girls off at the corner in your employer's car?" she continued.

This was not going well.

Derek stuttered as he struggled to form a coherent sentence. "T-That was not my intention at all, ma'am." He answered. He has always predicted confidence. I've never seen him like this.

"Guys with good intentions don't drop off girls by the corne