48 Days of Hell

Chapter 3

The following morning I woke up like every other person in the world, well, maybe except the ones that are dead, or are dying, does that sound a bit mean? Emm, whatever. I yawned and stretched my arms then ran my hand through my red/orange hair and hopped down the stairs to the kitchen.

‘’Good morrow Gemma Scott’’ said my brother while he was making breakfast for both of us. Jeremy is twenty-one. Five years older than me. Jeremy Scott is the best, yet the most immature adult I know, but that’s exactly why I love my brother. You’re possibly thinking where are your parents? Or are they dead or something? Heh…I wish they were dead. They left us once Jeremy turned eighteen, so three years ago. I remember them saying that we’re the worst kids anyone could’ve ever had. Well thanks to Jeremy and his friend Lucas, we have a home and he has a well-paid job. Jeremy is a graphic designer for different adverts or book covers and stuff, you know what I mean. Without his job and the help of Lucas, we’d be homeless right now.

‘’Don’t you go Shakespeare on me Jerm’’ I said jokingly to him and sat on one of the chairs in the kitchen.

‘’Why not? It’ll help you one day, with English and maybe getting some guy’’ he said and winked at me then flipped a pancake and screamed ‘’Score!’’ then punched his fist in the air enthusiastically.

‘’Maybe with English, but not with guys. We’re not in the Elizabethan times now, are we?’’ I said and played with the small pot of salt that was sitting in the middle of the table.

‘’Whatever you say kid’’ he said and poured golden syrup on a small pile of pancakes for me then handed the plate to me. ‘’I expect everything to be in your stomach’’ he said and smiled at me.

‘’Ugh, Jerm, you can’t force me to eat all of this’’ I groaned and stared at the plate like it was a sort of enemy to me.

‘’I can, because I’m older and stronger and not afraid of tickling the heck out of you’’ he grinned evilly then sat next to me with his pile of pancakes which was bigger than mine, but yeah, Jeremy is like a monster when it comes to food, a some sort of Pancake Monster especially.

‘’Whatever, shut up’’ I said and started to nibble on a small piece of the pancakes.

‘’Love you too’’ he said with his mouth full of pancakes. Each time he spoke with his mouth full I was disgusted. You could see all the bits that he was chewing on and mushing up in his mouth, and his saliva all around it. Sometimes some food even fell out of his mouth; every time we went to a restaurant I was so embarrassed. He’s just abhorrent.

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After breakfast I went back to my room and just sat there doing nothing. My mind felt blank, like it was switched off for a while. I heard my phone buzz, I got a text from Matt.

Matt: Hey, did I do anything stupid yesterday?

I texted him back saying ‘’Not really, except making a bet with me.’’

Matt: A bet? What bet? O.o

That you’ll make me fall in love with you during this summer.

Matt: Oh shoot, I remember now.

You’re so stupid.

Matt: Don’t talk like this to your boyfriend, BABE. ;)

Stop calling me that!! It will never happen. Just give up already. :P

Matt: Never!! >:D

Whatever. Bye. I’ll talk to you later.

I threw my phone down on my bed and groaned. He’s so...ugh, so exasperating. Sometimes I just feel like choking him or smashing his head against the wall. But I guess that’s how our friendship works. Friendship… are we friends? Or more than friends? I’d say I have friend-zoned him because I want to stay as friends with him, nothing more. On the other hand he obviously thinks we’re more than friends. Well, I’ll prove him wrong.