serotonin

chapter three

dear cass,
daily reminder:
niall horan is a fake blonde
-the fact machine

dear paulina,
i still feel like i'm dying
-lauren

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there's a hole in my wall. so that's fun!

dad was standing in the door way "what reason is this one for?" he went to the small white board i had in my room. it was right next to my door, the number '5' changed to '6' as he erased the smaller number and went up one. the small board read 'september' on top.

"jack fucking miller" i seethed, shaking my fist off. he chuckled for a moment "that was the reason for 'may' number '7' wasn't it?"

"he's the reason for twenty five percent of them at least" i pushed passed him walking towards the bathroom a little way down the hall. cass emerged from her room "what a way to start off the weekend little bro" she smirked.

"we're twins" i reminded her with an eye roll. both of my family members watched as i cleaning off the small amount of blood coming from my hand. completely ignoring the hole in the bathroom next to the door. "want them both fixed by tonight cameron"

"yes dad" i mumbled, making my way downstairs. i pulled my phone from my pocket. there were eight new messages on our footie group chat. one from coach 'extra practice wednesday! if you're late you're doing laps'

a few of the messages were 'ok's and others were the thumbs up emoji. the last two messages were coach adding a new number and that unknown number saying 'thanks coach'. jack miller.

i left his number unknown, not wanting it in my contacts. with a sigh i turned off my phone and rubbed my face with my hands. i didn't get that much sleep last night, but it's whatever. i never get that much sleep anyways, unless it's naps during the day.

i heard cass running down the stairs in a hurry "cam!" she sounded almost out of breath. i turned around to face her, she was on the last step.

"yeah?"

"cars ready, can you drive me to the shop?"

"now?"

"yes now you jackass!"

"get dad to take you, i have plans"

she stared at me "what plans?"

"wanted to pla-"

"video games? yeah no, drive me and i'll help you fix the holes in the walls" i huffed out a small 'fine' before grabbing my keys. cass and i each have our own car. they aren't cheap but they aren't expensive. which is good, although it's not like we have financial struggle. we have some rich grandparent that bought us the cars.

have we met them? no. will we ever? no.

we do carpool to school, unless i have practice. which is only two times a week. tuesdays and thursdays. well now this wednesday too. anyways, my lovely (throw a shit ton of sarcasm on lovely) sister is just so smart (more sarcasm) that she crashed into another car.

luckily everyone was fine and there was barely any damage on the others car. but cass' entire bumper ripped off which was wonderful. so it's been in the shop the past few days. she called "right" as we came up to another street. i looked over at her "i know where i'm going" i gave her a plastic smile, turning right.

eventually i dropped her off and headed back to the house.

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"oi you fuck, get up" a voice spoke in my ear. i swatted whoever it was away before the person jumped on my.