Famous Last Words

Chapter 11 - Take Your Pick: Caffeine Rush or Bad Mood?

A/N: Let's celebrate two things! Over 2000 reads on this story! Thank you!! It inspired me to finish the new chapter! YES! That's the second thing!!! THIS IS ACTUALLY THE FULL CHAPTER 11 JUST FINISHED BEING WRITTEN!!!! Whoo! It's 5 pages on Word!!! :D

I'm dedicating this chapter to mydarknightmare for commenting on my draft in the last part and giving me an...almost inspiration to keep the story moving. I won't keep you too long, but thanks again for the reads!!!

Oh and WARNING: This chapter will be unusual and does not mean to offend anyone if it seems that way! I don't know what's it's really like to be high (don't ask, you'll understand if you read)

So enjoy and let me know what you think!!

Adrenaline Liberation xx

======================================================================

Famous Last Words

Chapter 11 - Take Your Pick: Caffeine Rush or Bad Mood?

I was right. It was torture with Melanie and Cody.
   

You can’t honestly imagine how happy I was to come to school this morning. After that awful weekend, I’m starting to think I should go play pat-a-cake with the devil in hell! I’m actually not joking. This morning I bolted out of the door so fast without so much as a ‘hey’, not even to Frank! Now I need coffee. I’m not good with my morning caffeine!
   

To distract myself from the fact I was having caffeine withdrawal, I put my headphones in and clicked play on my iPod. Both Sides of the Story by We Are the In Crowd came on; I recognised the intro straight away and tried to focus on the lyrics.

If this is what you think is honest
Honestly, I think I'm gonna freak out
This isn't where I wanna be, wanna be
I think I'll let myself out
Show me the door, oh
'Cause I'm leaving the way I came in
With the mess I made
Tonight will be the one to set it off

We had our lights on the town
Your eyes were smiling then
You left me hanging around with all your wack friends
You don't take me serious
Boy, you make me furious
Guaranteed, we'll disagree

I found out finding out isn't the worst part
Don't believe it's just me
And I've found out
Do you really even have a clue?
You're not quite Satan, but I really think I hate you

I chuckled at the last line of the chorus. Why did I not play this song full blast over the weekend?
   

The thought made me smile; Melanie hates the music I listen to. She says it’s just noise. Her son listens to rappers on about sex and being ‘all badass’. How does she have the audacity to say my music is noise if she lives with that crap blaring through his speakers at eleven at night? I ranted to myself.
   

I’ve had to suffer that all weekend. This is one of those times where I seriously want to hug whoever invented headphones…or just ear plugs in general.
   

“Hey T,” Frank said next to me, making me jump a mile.
   

“Hey…Frankie,” I said in between breaths, trying not to laugh at Frank’s attempt at not laughing as well as trying not to choke at the same time.
   

It didn’t work. We both burst out laughing. Thankfully I didn’t choke either.
   

“What are you hiding behind your back?” I asked him when we could breathe again. It only just occurred to me that for this whole time, he’d had one hand behind his back.