Elmwood

3| Your Communication Skills Suck

You know, when I asked someone to kill me so that I wouldn't have to do homework, I didn't mean literally.

I mean, I did, but I also didn't.

It's complicated.

You see, I was sitting in Sage's living room and trying to work on a big project with Ellie which was already assigned yesterday, during the fourth day of school, but always getting interrupted by Sage because Ellie's family died and all of her relatives are non-existent or drunken idiots so Sage's parents adopted her since they were rich and had the power to make it happen. Very typical situation, I know.

But anyways, Sage just finished baking a fresh batch of chocolate chip cookies, and like the blue-haired cookie monster that I am, I tripped down half the flight of stairs, stole the entire pan, and ran back up. 

What? Don't judge me! It's called taking what you want when you want it and you're a loser if you don't follow those high standards of living.

So, after they finally moved their asses up to Sage's living room on the third floor—yes, she has her own living room on top of the family's general living room—we were sitting on the couch and munching on the cookies as we tried to work on the US History project when a loud beeping echoed through the house.

Sage shoved the textbook off of her lap. "Mom left earlier, so I have to take out the cookies myself."

I immediately looked up. "You made another batch?"

Sage nodded. "Put it in right after I finished the last one."

"Have I ever told you how much I love you?" I grinned.

"No, because you're always busy complaining and eating all of my cookies without a thank you."

I was going to say something back, but my mouth was full with a large bite of the cookies, therefore proving her point.

She sighed. "I'll be right back."

"No," Ellie said as she stood faster than Sage. "I'll go get them."

Sage tilted her head. "You sure?"

"Yeah."

"Okay, but be careful. The pan will be really hot. Use the mitt to the right of the oven-"

"I know," Ellie interrupted and smiled. "I live here now, remember? I'll be fine."

Ellie disappeared through the doorway and Sage shrugged before turning back to her textbook. I was about to turn back to my own textbook when I looked to the side and found my phone light up with an Instagram notification.

I haven't really checked Instagram in weeks, so it wouldn't hurt to spend a few minutes to check in on what everyone's been up to. Opening up the app, I was instantly greeted by classmates filling their private accounts with party pictures.

I internally sighed. I didn't even know there was a party yesterday and Sage was clearly in the background of a few of these pictures. Why wasn't I invited?

Because you would've said no, dumbass.

Still, it hurt a little. Even if I say no one hundred times, I expect you to come back and ask me because you want me at your party that much. Any less and you're canceled. Sage is lucky she bakes heavenly chocolate chip cookies.

Besides, when you get famous and rich, they're gonna be begging to go to your parties, and then you can invite them just to brag about how much better your parties are and remind them of how foolish they were for not inviting you before.

My stomach started to grumble and I put my phone away to go back to studying when I realized that the chocolate chip cookies were finished and the next batch didn't arrive yet.