I tried keeping my sobs to myself by stuffing the warm cake in my mouth. I felt Zack glance over at me but he kept quiet. I could tell he really wanted to laugh at me but he knew better than that. It's not my fault that I'm an emotional person who gets attached to every character to ever exist. It's part of being human. It's part of being a giant pain in the ass. "How comes you weren't sad when Victor cheated on Mia?'' Zack turned and asked me. "That was really a gut-wrenching scene and you sat there stone-faced as if you were watching an Adam Sandler 'comedy'," ''That's a valid question. Maybe it's because I never really liked her too much,'' I said not really focused. ''You like everything,'' he said incredulously. ''Not everything,'' I defended. That much was true I liked most things. Please note the word most, it's the keyword here. ''Name one thing you don't like,'' ''Kayla,'' ''I said a thing,'' he pointed out. I decided to remain quiet because I was done with this
''Why are you smiling like that? You look like the Joker. It's really freaking me out. Stop it, stop it right now,'' Lucas said as he opened the fridge to take out the juice. ''My apologies for being happy dear brother,'' I sarcastically replied. ''Apology accepted,'' I looked around for something to throw at him but, unfortunately, I came up empty-handed. Sure I could throw the broom I had in my hand but I was using it. ''You're lucky I like this broom,'' He laughed. ''Want a glass?'' I nodded and went to get the shovel. ''So when are you two going to get together?'' Lucas asked. He said that so casually. My eyes widened, ''I'm sorry?'' I asked, my palms sweaty. I kept my eyes on the line of dust that refused to go in the shovel. ''It's so obvious you guys like each other,'' he casually replied. ''I have no idea what you're talking about,'' Just because you deny it doesn't make it less true. ''Whatever,'' Lucas dismissed. He was going to bring it up later. He could
''Hey pal, what's up buddy? You look good. Is that a new shirt?'' I asked and tried to subtly look around to find an exit. Just like me to get myself into this sticky situation. My palms had gotten clammy, I had no idea what was going to happen. Zack knew almost everything about me, stuff like what I was afraid of or how to easily poison me; he had the potential to be my biggest enemy. ''There is no escape,'' he said lowly as he took steps towards me. I took a step back, he took one forward. Ultimately, my back ended up flat against the closed door. I gripped the cold handle tightly in hopes that it will cool down my sweaty palms. I just knew that I would end up regretting my attempt at murder, I just didn't know it would happen so soon. You know your mum always warns you about things like these but, as is know mine decided to forgo that task among many, many other tasks. If I die, I'll haunt her. That's if I could find her. ''Come on Zacky boy. You won't harm me, right?'' I as
''What should we do to her?'' Lucas asked as he took slow menacing steps toward me. ''I don't know,'' Zack answered. He stroked his imaginary beard and thought deeply about different ways to torment me. ''Hey, I have a suggestion,'' I jumped in, ''Maybe we focus on the good part of this night,'' ''Oh yeah, and what is part is that? The time when you threatened to drown me or the time when your brother tried to blind me,'' Zack asked. He's so dramatic and for what? What does he gain? ''I didn't try to blind you and you were on my sister. I'm the one that's blind,'' ''So what? Why do you care about what we do?'' Zack asked. ''Because she's my sister,'' Lucas said as if it were the most obvious thing ever. ''Your sister, not your property. She's her own woman that can make her own decisions,'' Could have fooled me. I decided to sneak past them as they argued back and forth like little children. I felt like having another slice of cake and a glass of chocolate milk before bed.
Lucas held onto me for a while, no words were spoken between us. I didn't mind since LuLu smelt nice and was warm but, I was starting to cramp so I was ready to disengage. ''Lucas,'' I said but it was muffled and sounded like I said Mucas. When he didn't answer I assumed he didn't hear me so I tried again. ''Lucas, can you let me go now, please?'' He didn't. Instead, he rocked me side to side like you would a baby who wouldn't stop crying. Perhaps he was doing this to comfort himself because I wasn't feeling sad in the slightest. In fact, I didn't feel anything, except maybe just tired. Then I felt the wetness on my shoulder; he was crying. I patted his head and held onto him as I tried to comfort him. Why was I making everyone upset recently? Because you're a failure. ''Lucas, don't worry I'm fine, I promise,'' I said quietly. He shook his head and he sniffled, '' I'm sorry,'' ''Why are you sorry?'' I asked. ''I should have been there for you,'' he said, ''If I had known,''
Dr Marsha left after a while, I'd say twenty minutes after she sat down. My guess is that she finally figured out that I wasn't in the mood to talk and there was no way that I was going to do something I didn't want to do. Call me stubborn if you will because stubborn I am. ''Do you want to skip school tomorrow?'' Lucas asked as he came into my room and sat on the edge of my bed. He's been very doting since last night and while I would normally appreciate it, I wasn't feeling very appreciative right now. I didn't even remember the last time I was absent. I felt like I should go because I don't want people to ask me why I wasn't there. What people? You don't have friends. I assure you no one would realise. I can always count on the voice in my head to keep me humble. Always. ''Hello? You still there?'' Lucas asked as he waved his hand way too close to my face. I felt the itches of irritation creep up my spine. I really want to smack him. ''Yeah, I'm fine. I just want to sleep
I rubbed my eyes, leaned against the headboard and stretched obnoxiously. I enjoyed the satisfying sounds of various cracks and pops of my bones. I looked over at the clock I had on my nightstand, its glowing red numbers showed me that I had twenty minutes to get ready. If it weren't for melatonin, I would have probably been late. The noise from downstairs would have also woken me up, just then a pot crashed onto the floor. ''What the hell are you doing?'' ''Obviously, I'm starting a marching band. What the hell do you think I'm doing dumbass?'' ''Are you sassing me in my own home? Only you would have the audacity,'' ''Nooo, I would never,'' It didn't take a genius to guess who the noise bunch were. Honestly, I would be more worried if they weren't arguing. Their lover's spat was quite refreshing, almost as if it anchored me to a world that seemed to have spun out of control for the past few days. I decided to get out of bed when I heard more pots and pans crashing against the fl
I leaned against the headrest and closed my eyes. I took another bite of my apple and tried to chew quietly. The sound of my chewing in the otherwise silent vehicle was making me feel awkward. I felt like I was disturbing the peace which was crazy since I knew that beneath the silence was a turbulent sea of hellraising questions. Just thinking about made my stomach hurt and my palms felt sweaty and tingly. What if I was coming down with something? Can stress actually make you sick? I can't get sick now, the play was so close I could smell it. We drove in silence for about five minutes before Zack broke it. ''What happened to your phone? I tried calling and texting you all weekend,'' ''It's no longer with us,'' I said sorrowfully. I really liked that phone if I'm being honest. Yes, it was old and outdated and yes, the camera quality was ass and sometimes the touch didn't work but aside from all that it was nice. It served me well. ''What broke it? or should I say who?'' he asked me.