Sunday morning.
9:27 a.m.
May 26.

I opened my eyes, and stared at the ceiling. Thinking over everything from the past few days..
I skipped Saturday because there was nothing that really happened except me and Aaron ignoring each other again...AND me having a hangover from Friday night.

I somewhat feel bad but I'm still angry  because God knows what Nicole is going to be saying.
She's probably scheming something right now as I think, And honestly it's just sad that friends I have had since I was in elementary school won't stand up and tell Nicole "No."
I can't.
If I say no, I'll get exposed.
The power is basically in Gray's hands since gray started all of this in the first place.

Well...I was the idiot that left my phone behind with my nosy fake friends.

But still...
Not really my fault...
All it said was that we went to the park...I mean...GOD ITS NOT LIKE IT SAID WE FUCKED!

I shook my head and sat up right and rubbed my eyes and ran my left hand through my hair, which I have not washed yet and it probably -Most likely- got vomit in it.
I have an excuse though...
It's because I had a hangover on Saturday, for all day, and I partially still have a headache...

Of course, I'm going to wash it right now because I don't feel nauseated and I don't want my hair to start smelling like liquor and vomit.

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I walked out to the kitchen after my hot steamy shower. I sat down at the round pale gray kitchen table, and I grabbed an apple from the fruit bowl centerpiece.

Everything that has happened since my parents left...
It Has been so crazy...
So chaotic.
And so stupid.

If they found out about me, their color blind daughter, going to parties (even before they left) and drinking, I would've sent to Juvie and probably some Religious christian camp For the remainder of my high school career.

As I took a huge bite from my perfectly round and smooth apple, I heard the hollow quiet footsteps of only one person, and that's Aaron (I mean...the only other person it could be is a ghost...so...) it sounded like he was tip toeing, That's how quiet he was walking...
Why was he walking so quiet?
Probably so that he can just slip right by me like Michael Myers.

I looked at him, his hollow eyes avoiding to look at me.
Guilt rushing over me from the other night...

He was finally trying to be that old big brother he used to be...
The brother that I had wished to come back for years.
And what do I do once he tried?
I screamed at him and blamed him for my problems.

I want to say something.
I want to apologise...
But he doesn't want to be bothered obviously...and my guilt is sort of keeping me down in a way.

And the way my phone keeps vibrating in my pocket is really annoying the shit out of me.

I ripped my phone out my pocket and looked at what the notification could possibly be.

Two new messages from SATAN.

I wonder what bullshit Nicole has to say...
Yes, I named Nicole's contact name "Satan." It's exactly what she is.

Satan: So since your brother dragged you out the party...for whatever weirdo reason...

Satan: I may have sent to the entire school that you like incest.

My eyes became huge...
Literally they're probably practically bulging out their sockets at this point in time.

It's worse than I thought...
I knew she would say something cruel, but seriously?!?
THAT'S JUST DISGUSTING!

Me: WTF?!? That's a crime, you idiot!

SATAN: what? I had to do something for payback.

Me: Your so disgusting.

SATAN: Well, Not really, Your the one who likes incest. ¯\_(☯෴☯)_/¯

I rolled my eyes and turned my phone off and shook my head in annoyance.

I'm starting to go back to blaming Aaron again...I know he was just trying to do a good deed and all...
But he did it at worst timing possible.

But then again why would people believe that? I'm supposed to be the quiet girl that gets good grades and never gets into any trouble.

You know, besides doing a keg stand and almost getting killed at my first party.

SATAN: Also gray needs you to write a love letter from her to Justin.

Gray couldn't had asked that?
Gee I guess she really doesn't want to be bothered...

Also, What the hell is a love letter going to do? Make his heart warm and fuzzy?

Me: And if I don't?

Satan: then you'll be a color blind incest. 😌

I slammed my head on the table, grunting at the pain the wooden table gave me...mentally blaming Aaron all over again...

At this point I'd rather them had just told the entire school I'm color blind.

Buzz.

I lay my head on the table still, not wanting to check what on God's earth Nicole has to say now...

Probably going to ask for my soul.

I probably should check it incase it's mom...

One new message from: JUSTIN.