BEGAN: Our Story

Chapter 4: It Had To Be Pigs.

Chapter Four

Rosalie

-Earlier-

I leaned on the door of our car as I waited for my little sister to bring her ass over here as it was the end of the day which meant I had survived yet another horrible school day at Crestview: The Academy Of Fine Arts. The name's a long one, I know, that's why most people just Crestview Arts/Academy. Usually,  her chauffeur would pick her up and I'd ride my motorcycle since we get off of school at different times but I have to drive her to and back from school every first day of the year courtesy of my mother.

Today mainly consisted of me sitting at the back of every class I had, avoiding teachers I hate and believe me when I say I hate a lot of them, some tried to get my attention in the halls wanting to give me more college-related stuff which is the last thing on my mind right now. It's like the moment you become a senior, that's the only thing that matters. College/university.

And I'm not even going to college.

I looked around and still, Charlotte was nowhere to be seen, I took out my phone from my pocket and grimaced as I saw the bunch of text notifications that popped up. I groaned, annoyed that I have to answer all of them but did it anyway.     

Evan:

come over.

Me:

Yeah...no.

Evan:

What do you mean no?

Me:

I'm busy.

Evan:

Busy doing what?

Me:

Literally anything else.

Evan:

😑😑😑

Me:

😐😐😐

Evan:

😑😑😑

Me:

😐😐😘

Evan:

You're going to the gathering

Me:

Oh yeah? Says who?

Evan:

Your mom.

Me:

Wait really?

Evan:

Yep.

Me:

😑. You bitch.

Evan:

You left me no choice.

Me:

You can't be serious.

Evan:

I'm not. I'm Evan.

Me:

😑

Evan:

That's right. I just did that.