I stared at my phone, wondering what to do at eleven p.m on a Friday night.

I guess I could sleep but that was hard enough on a regular day. Ivory wasn't online being the independent girl that had a social life. Adeline, I had discovered, was a early bird when nothing was troubling her.

It had been a long week but today was the same as the Monday before.

I threw my phone to the other side of the couch. I flipped through the channels before settling on John Wick. It was probably the third time this week.

I looked at my phone and grabbed it out of habit deciding to work on my latest book that was going nowhere.

It was about a boy named Clayton Jesse who ruled a gang in his home town. Clayton was dead set on protecting a local sweetheart named Veronica Grace. I guess where I really lost the plot is where I tried to implement parts of my favorite things into it. Percy Jackson, Avatar the Last Airbender and whatever anime I was watching at that time.

Let's just say combining gang warfare, greek mythology and elemental control is not easy. No wonder this book was heading nowhere fast.

It was hard focusing on so much at the same time. Yeah sure, I could ditch baseball and field hockey but then what about school? I'm sure that would free up all of my time but with my studying, more importantly my procrastination, I would never get two chapters done a week.

I sighed again, flipping through more channels and deciding to read one of the many teen fictions in my library. Literally every one of them I could relate to.

The antagonist was always a player or the girl who was the furthest away from him in the social rankings. The guy always had to have long hair (curly or straight, it didn't matter). They had to be seriously ripped. I'm talking stretched out shirts with six packs. Jawlines, deep eyes that peered into souls and perfect smirks were definitely a necessity.

The girl was almost the same in a way. Beautiful but they don't know it. They have to be apart of a judgemental group which evidently makes them smart, stubborn and particularly hard to get.

I laughed as my mind wandered to earlier where Ivory was yelling at me for being somewhat a wattpad boy. If you thought about it, our life's represented almost every wattpad book. That's probably why we could relate to all of it but why it was so far fetched.

I wasn't near a wattpad boy and my life wasn't near a wattpad book.

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Damnit, passed through my mind as I shifted my weight off my area to get comfortable again but it was too late.
My precious sleep had already slipped through my fingers.

I got up, grabbed my phone and made my way to the kitchen. My mom and dad were already by the TV probably since past eight. I blame my mother for that. She's always getting up early even on a Saturday and usually my dad and sister followed shortly.

Mornings were exchanged and I switched the gas stove on to boil my mothers old fashioned kettle. While I waited, I switched my phone on.

No votes on wattpad. No new followers on Instagram. One message.

Adeline: Where are you, River?

Me: Good morning to you too, Addy.

I have no idea why Adeline was waiting for me that morning. I guess we were sort of friends in a way but online friends. In the week I had learned just how long she was friends with Blair. She didn't exactly tell me the reason she spent some of her breaks near the fence and I had skirted around the topic everytime it got close.

Adeline: I need your help...

Oh dang. I thought this was the moment I was waiting for. My questions about the club, her breaks, the reason I had caught her crying, all of it would be unraveled right now.

Me: Sure Ad, what's up?

It took a moment for the reply to come through.

Adeline: I have a cousin...