"What are you doing?!" Priscella shrieked as I climbed over the shopping cart. If I was forced to come here then they are going to have to be my slaves and drive me around the store. I don't feel like walking.

               "What does it look like I'm doing?"

               "Get down, Jesse." She face palmed herself, someone is getting humiliated. Well I don't care.

               "You really wanna make me get down?" I challenged with annoyance.

               "Yes!" She growled, slamming her palm to my forehead.

               I cringed with pain, stupid Priscella and her abusing is getting me angry now.

               I saw a police officer walking by the front doors of the store so I whistled at him. He turned around—making Priscella suddenly stiffen. He walked toward us three, taking off his sun glasses and glaring down at me.

               "How can I help you?" He asked approaching us.

               "Hi, yeah, I was wondering if you can put someone in jail for constant harassing and abusing."

               "Jesse!" Priscella raged, finally grabbing the bars of the cart and pushing me away.

               "Sorry Officer, he's just crazy." Rayne said in the back, I turned back and flashed my finger at him.

               "Jesus Christ!" Priscella grunted as we entered the giant grocery store. "You can't stop being ... JESSE ... for one God damn minute can you? You always have to start some shit or some drama."

               "You're the one who keeps hitting me." I muttered quietly, like the innocent boy that I am.

               "Maybe I wouldn't hit you if you weren't so stupid."

               I scoffed, taken aback. "I'll have you know that I'm the one who is passing all his classes!"

               "You know very well I'm better than you."

               I shook my head, "Nu uh. Don't lie to me. We basically have the same classes."

               "Exactly. So you should know that you're the one failing. You're the one who is going to be seriously abused by your mom once she finds out."

               My jaw dropped, "Are you threatening me?"

               "Maybe..."

               "What is wrong with you!?"

               We were getting weird looks from costumers around, and we were in an empty aisle. We were way too loud. But it's just another normal day for the Priscella and Jesse relationship. Fighting, kicking, crying and then ending up making up with a bag of chips from the vending machine.

               We passed an old lady as Priscella rambled on and on about how ignorant I am. The old lady blinked fast when Priscella used a curse word. Poor old lady. Tsk. 

               "Will you shut up?" I snapped at her.

               She smacked my shoulder and used a bag of wheat bread to hit me with. Ouch. It hurts so much. I'm bleeding. Help. I'm dying. Oh no...

               "You guys are so entertaining." Rayne laughed in the back.

               "I'm glad we're amusing you." Priscella said, keeping a straight agitated face.

                I pointed at Rayne, "You're next, Fag."

               Priscella stopped pushing the shopping cart and gave me a hurtful expression, her eyes weren't as annoyed as two seconds ago, now they were just judgemental. I watched her jaw clench before opening her mouth.

               "It's okay." Rayne passed a hand over her shoulder, calming her down. "It's fine."

               "No, it's not fine, Rayne. Maybe you're too nice but I'm not." Then she turned to me. "You need to respect people. Rayne did nothing to you so there is absolutely no reason for you to call him that."

               "I have all the right reasons."

               "Name one."

               "It's against God."

               "Jesse, you aren't religious." She said, giving me a stern look.

               "How do you know?"

               "I....I....I don't know but ... but it doesn't sound like you," She stammered.

               "Then shut up."

               She rolled her eyes, taking in a calm and peaceful breath then releasing it.

               She continued to push the cart and stopped at the mass amount of chips on display.

               "Jesse, I need the space to put everything. Please, get out." She asked nicely, which is the only reason I decided to get out of it.

               As I climbed over it, the end of my pajama pants got stuck on something and it made me fall head first. Somehow—and luckily—Rayne caught me by my arm and pulled me right out. I felt ... disgusted by his touch. Yeah, disgusted...

               I made it obvious too with my facial expressions—which were about five hundred of them.

               "You're welcome." He said nonchalantly.

               I ignored him and started packing the cart with the usual bag of chips that Priscella always gets. I should've gotten another cart so Rayne can become helpful. What is he doing here anyway? Why is he hanging out with Priscella?

               She's mine.

               Even though she kind of despises me. But come on, you can't deny this sexiness right here.

              "Jesse, can you go get the soda?" She asked.

               "Uh, sure."

               "Rayne go help him."

               "Whoa! No. I can do it myself, thanks." I slightly pushed him back as he walked towards me.

               "Jesse, it's about ten litters of soda. You can't carry all of that."

               "Is it really that much trouble waiting a minute while you get your precious snacks to go down the next aisle and get the damn sodas yourself?"

               "Yes, it is."

               I huffed. "What ever."

               I dropped my ego and walked away with Rayne following. I only guessed that the sodas were on the next aisle and I was right. Hehehehe. Awright Jesse. I grabbed the same sodas Priscella gets and handed them to Rayne—without touching him.

               "So..." He said.

               "Don't you dare try to start a conversation with me."

               "You are a really hateful person you know that right?"

               "I know, it makes me look good." I said with sarcasm.

               Not about the me being good looking. Just about me being bad to be good looking. I'm just naturally that handsome, I know. He was probably straight until he saw me and then turned gay.

               If that were the case—which it isn't— I wouldn't be so harsh on him since I could understand him falling for me. Who hasn't anyway?

               "Well don't worry about calling me any names. I'd forgive you."

               I stopped grabbing sodas and looked up at him. What is wrong with him? Why is he reacting so calm to my hate? Shouldn't he be running away crying to his mommy? He shouldn't be strong, he should be weak like all of them.

               "Save your apology. I don't need it." 

               He chuckled, turning back with his hands full. "I'll still forgive you anyway." He trails off, his voice lowering so quiet I almost didn't catch it.

               I sighed when I watched him turn to the other aisle where Priscella was. Am I wrong? Am I really being a jerk? But ... God dammit.

~

               "Jesse!" Phil shouts as I enter the dorm building with all the grocery bags—atleast half of them. Phil runs up to me and gives me a weird surprising hug.

               "Um." I patted his back, dropping some of the bags on the floor. "You okay?"

               He released me, sniffling a few times. "I...I love you man. You know that right?"

               I sighed. "What did you do now, Phil?"

               "I kind of talked to Zoey," He grimaces, giving me an apologetic look. "And told her our dorm number."

               "What!?" I freak out, dropping the rest of the bags and grabbing the nearest weapon I could use—an umbrella. I start chasing Phil with it, screaming at the top of my lungs about how bad of a friend he is. The worst best friend in history of Phil's.

               "I'm sorry!" He screams back.

               Phil runs towards a table and uses it as an obstacle between him and I. I dart to the side and he just goes the opposite way.

               "Dude! How am I supposed to sleep now?! I'm gonna have to staple an eyelid to my brow so I can keep a freaking eye open!"

               "I didn't mean to! I forgot you were my roommate! I was too busy staring at her breasts, they were like hypnotizing me!"

               "Guys can you help me out?" Priscella called out from down the hall. I gave up trying to catch Phil, I can't play cat and dog all day. I'll get him later.

               I eyed Phil, pointing at my eyes then at him. Yeah, I'm watching you bud.

               I ran down the hall into the dorm's lobby area. It was just a huge room with a big expensive T.V. and other random things. I jumped over the couches and headed down to the tables at the end of the room. 

               Believe me, there is nothing better than a room full of single girls but it gets really uncomfortable once they start playing games like spin the bottle or seven minutes in heaven. That's why I haven't been to one for a few months now.

               The last time I went to their stupid dorm sleepover I ended up getting dolled up with make up and bullshit like that. Oh and it was pretty much a lesbian experience for everyone. How the heck can a girl say she's straight while playing spin the bottle with only girls. Eh?

               I stopped a few times but only to get food. Hehehehe.

               "Phil, take this to the fridge please." Priscella handed him three bags of crushed ice.

               "Sure thing sweetie." He replied.

               She shook her head. "No, don't call me sweetie."

               "Sure thing sweetie." He said again and walked away.

                "You guys are so annoying." She sighed.

               I laughed loudly, Phil is definitely my twin that doesn't look like me.

              "You're coming to the sleepover, right Jesse?" Priscella asks a few minutes later.

               I groaned. She's never asked before, why now?! "Priscella, you know I never come to your stupid sleepovers."

               "Can you come this time?" She moves in closer to me, giving me a flirty smile.

               I feel myself get weak when her hand reaches for mine, her palm slides up my arm—which makes me tingle all over. Her nails scratch against the surface of my skin, making my jaw drop with a strange sensation. Pain. Is. Good.

               "Please?" She asks again, batting her lashes, her lips moving close to mine.

               I bite my own before answering. "Okay."

               "Thanks, babe. See you tonight." She smiles, walking away to her tables.

               I brush my hand through my hair as I walked out of the lobby, what the heck just happened?

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