"YOU HAVE TO teach me," Parker said, bursting into the room suddenly- so suddenly that I almost jumped out of my skin.
I looked at him, puzzled. "Teach you what?"
He gave a blank look like it was obvious what he was t
"WHERE'S JUSTIN?"Parker was making pancakes (yes, it was pancake mix, but I think you can give him credit for not burning it) and Drake was sitting next to me, propped in the counter next to my chair, shoving them down with inhumane speed.
I LOCKED MYSELF inside my room- well, technically Aria's room- for the rest of the day. I found something or the other to keep myself busy.I was trying to isolate myself from the rest of them, but it really didn't help that Parker and Drake came in to ask me about the most random things.
I STARED ATthe white ceiling despondently.I didn't have much to do but think about everything that was happening.What had my dad done to these people? The way they said his name, with such hatred, it was evident that it was something really bad. Worse than anything I had imagined. That kind of ha
TURNS OUT THAT the only thing harder than living with Justin was dying my hair. That shit got everywhere.I found some in a cabinet in the bathroom, and decided to try it out, even though it was black dye.I had never done it before. I didn't have the need to, actually, but now that I was somewhat of a fugitive, I had to do it to help me stay unrecog
PARKER WAS PACINGin the living room when we got back. He was biting his nails like he was nervous. I was slightly offended."What happened?" he asked impatiently when he saw us walk in.
I DECIDED TOtake a walk.I had spent the entire morning the following day, in my room, avoiding Justin. Avoiding social interaction, really.Now that I had dyed my
I WOKE UP the next day feeling better than ever. Feeling lighter than ever.I stretched lazily and just gazed out of the window for a long minute, then I walked into the kitchen to satisfy my incessant hunger.Not to
I STOOD IN the center of the room, admiring my work. Not bad. Not bad at all.Immediately after I had managed to kick a reluctant Justin out, I'd spent the next half an hour convincing myself that Parker wouldn't mind if I re-arranged his room a little.