deep in denial

Chapter 4

I laid on my bed as I was blasting some music from my tv. I played my alternate/rock playlist on Spotify. Honestly my playlist was everywhere so there were a couple of other songs thrown in there that didn't really belong. But was I going to organize it? Nope.

 I was on my back as I held my phone above me, scrolling through my social media. Today was very boring. It was Saturday. So I was at home with nothing to do. A downside to not having friends. I looked at the clock. It was a little after two. I groaned. 

Oh my gosh I was going to die of boredom. 

Ok well, I suppose I do have stuff to do today. I scan my room. It was a bit messy with a few clothes scattered by my closet. A few cups of water here and there and my shoes thrown around my room. My art supplies were also out as I was working on a painting earlier today strictly because I had nothing else to do but grew bored with that too. I was already sick and tired of working on the project, especially with my lazy partner. I was doing most of the work as he slacked off most of the time. I basically had to threaten him with his chance of graduating. In a snap of my fingers I could have his graduation pulled from him and make him spend his summer in school again. His future was in my hands and I felt sort of powerful because of that. But in a way, it is kind of messed up, I mean could I really be that petty?

Well, honestly yeah, but only if you really really deserve it. 

But on the other hand, I mean he did take the blow with the logs the other day and he didn't have to. If I'm being honest, that whole situation was kind of weird. He really doesn't seem like the selfless type, so I would have thought he would have let me take the hit. It really did surprise me when he put himself in harm's way. Does he deserve that after that day? Does that make us even? I really want to know why he did that. Maybe, it's just a guy thing? Why was I even thinking about it?

Well who cares. Not me. Whatever, that was is in the past so I'm not going to think about it anymore. Not that I was. 

I pushed those thoughts aside as I sighed and got off my bed. I changed the playlist to more chill songs. I put my hair up and began cleaning out my room. I might as well, I wasn't doing anything and it was starting to bother me on how bad it was getting. I collected all my cups and took them to the sink. I looked for my mini waterer for my plants. It was always somewhere where I swear I did not leave it last time. I think my mom moves it around. I sort through drawers and cabinets but could not find it anywhere. It was getting really annoying because I know where I leave my things and hate it when people move it. 

I gave up and texted my mom.

  me:

                              have you seen my little watering can? I left it in the kitchen but its not there?

I quickly rummaged through the cabinets incase I missed it by accident. Ugh nothing. I felt my phone buzz. 

mom:P

honey I don't know, did you check the cabinets? I'm sort of busy. 

I texted back:

                                                                                         uh yeah I checked everything

Ugh, it sort of irritates me when they ask if I've looked somewhere where I just clearly check, I mean I would not be texting you if I didn't check. Another buzz rang.