It had been a week since Riley declared our revamped summer in two weeks plan and so far we were sticking true to it. It had just been us. No boys or Jamie. Just the two of us like it had been from the start. We had managed to do a lot that Riley had planned, which included a day trip to neighboring states, an ice cream roadtrip which resulted in a flat tire and other things that I will not speak on. All in all I had realized that one on one time with my bestie was just the thing I had needed to relax. Until she brought up the Tasha thing again and she is now my source of stress.
“Sylvie, this is not up for debate. We’re going!” Riley yells at me as she pulls on my arm.
“I refuse! I’d rather watch a horror movie!” I scream as I yank on my arm refusing to let Riley win this fight. So yeah here we were. It was pretty much the Mason party thing all over again except this time my fears we’re even higher because of my last experience with the thing known as death. “Why can’t we do something else on the summer in two weeks' list? Huh?” I ask as I try to twist my arm out of Riley's grasp. I was risking pulling my arm out the socket. I was that desperate.
“No! You’ve even already got dressed. Don’t you want people to see how hot you look?” Riley questions as she gestures at the white crop top and pink silk slip skirt on my body.
“I’m only wearing this because you stood by the bathroom door with my secret bat until I complied!” I exclaim as I look at her in disbelief. Riley only rolls her eyes before a smirk graces her lips. I realize too late what she's about to do and before I can prepare myself her grasp on my arm is gone and I go flying back hitting the floor really hard. I roll over to my side a groan escaping past my lips as I nurture my now sore body.
“You’re evil.” I spit between closed teeth as I glare up from the ground at the smirking evil reincarnate.
“I just do what needs to be done” She says before waving for me to get up. I slowly get up from the ground making sure to make as many pained noises as I can wanting her to not get away unscathed. If not physically maybe emotionally from all the guilt she should feel. She holds out a pair of heels to me and I snatch them from her before limping past her and out my bedroom. I manage to get down the stairs despite my aching body, and I round the corner to the kitchen to find my parents eating dinner.
“Hey pumpkin. Are you and Riley okay? We heard a big thump.” my dad asks me as I wobble into the kitchen putting extra emphasis on my wobble.
“Oh you know I’m just peachy.” I say sarcastically rolling my eyes.
“Oh really? That’s great!” My dad exclaims and my mom nods in agreement as she stuffs more noodles in her mouth.
“Really?! Did you not notice me limping in here?”
“You had a limp?” My mom asks a hand shielding her mouth as she finishes chewing. I nod at their obliviousness to which they just continue to look confused. “Are you sure? You looked like you were walking normal to me.”
“I look like I limp when I walk?” I ask them, feeling embarrassed at this new information. No wonder people would sometimes look at me weird. They both shrug their shoulders and go back to their meals.
“Ugh you guys are no help.” I mumble as I grab a glass for a cup of water.
“Ouuu Cherry. James. It smells amazing in here!” I hear the voice of the evil reincarnate as I continue to drink my water, my gaze focused out the kitchen window.
“Why thank you Riley. It’s a new recipe I tried. I’ll have to save you some.” My mom tells Riley, her ego growing by the second.
Hey! What about me?!” I interject feeling left out.
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Anger Management
Teen FictionSuddenly my back is pushed against his bathroom door, the air getting knocked out of me. " I told you to stop trying to fix me. There is absolutely nothing wrong with me." He growls at me his green eyes practically piercing themselves into my s...
