The Art of Falling Apart (It Girls Series #3)

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Eli

"What the fuck?" I curse, removing my headphones when someone suddenly opened my door— wait no. Open is not the right term. Someone just brutally opened my goddamn door. I spin around to see the uninvited guest who barged inside my room.

"Good morning, brother." Brielle, the bratiest sister in the whole wide world greets me with a grin as she walks towards me, slapping a paper on my desk.

I look down on it and then I look back up to her, my brows creasing. "What the hell do you want, Brielle?" I ask, pissed. Don't tell me she's going to make me do her assignments? Because hell no. I won't. I don't even do my own.

Plus, I'm not a morning person. I hate unnecessary talks during mornings, I hate being yelled at during mornings, and I hate being pestered during mornings— just like what my sister is doing right now. God.

"That's the list of groceries." I look down on it, pick it up and inspect it to check if I'd see a bible verse attached to it. I saw none. I almost chuckle when I remember her.

Mirae.

The angry angel.

I look back up to my sister. "So it is." I respond, dryly. What does she want me to do with this list? Add something I need?

Because I'll write condoms, those are what I'll be needing after this whole grounded thing.

"Mom sent me here. She said you'll drive me to go buy the groceries today." She says with that annoying grin, crossing her arms on her chest.

"Are you fucking kidding me right now?" I ask, looking at her disbelievingly. "Please say you are, because damn."

We have drivers, for the love of God! And buying groceries isn't a strict duty that was assigned to Brielle (since my parents have people to do that) she just loves doing them and now she's dragging me with her self-choice duty that I don't remember volunteering from?

"Do I look like I'm kidding? Have you forgotten? You are still grounded so you don't have a choice, but to follow Mom's request and that is for you to help me buy the groceries."

"Oh, I don't think that's plainly Mom's request. I can hear your bratty little voice suggesting Mom for me to drive you to the supermarket today, taking advantage of my poor situation," I snark. This treacherous little imp!

"Why would I do that? I can't even stand your presence for five seconds!" She retorts with a roll of her eyes.

I clench my jaw in irritation. "Get out," I say, pointing at my opened door. This won't go anywhere.

She smirks. "Be ready in 30 minutes, and have a great morning ahead!" She sarcastically says before turning her back on me, leaving my room, and as well as my door slightly ajar. The little imp couldn't even close my fucking door properly.

"Jesus Christ, why?!" I groan, throwing my arms in the air before getting up on my seat to completely shut my door.

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"My God, Brielle, just pick a goddamn pancake syrup. It's so fucking easy," I hiss in frustration, picking what's in front of me and then I shove it inside the cart.

We've been here for like an hour and she still haven't cross out half of the long list of groceries that she wrote!

"No, I don't like this," she stubbornly says, bringing the syrup back to the divider.