𝙷𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎

09

SCARLET STROKES MY hair, as I lay my head on her lap, twirling my locks around her delicate fingers.

The faint sound of television adds is playing in the background. There's a comforting silence upon everyone as we're relaxing from a long day at school.

Rachel and Jenny are playing the famous game of uno. Every so often, they exchange simple words regarding to the card game.

I flutter my eyelids closed, in the verge of taking a nap, when Scarlet decides to speak up. "I have a suggestion," she states anxiously fidgeting with my brown hair.

The other two girls swivel their heads to look at us, invested in the conversation unraveling before them.

"What is it?" I ask from below her gaze.

She looks kinda nervous and she hides her face in her palms. "We—well we as me and Aaron were thinking of the groups going to the nearby beach for a whole day tomorrow—tomorrow meaning Saturday of course."

"That's awesome!" Jenny exclaims excited, interrupting my train of thoughts.

Rachel takes her turn to talk with a grin on her face, "Yeah. We're going to have so much fun, I haven't been to the beach in ages."

I'm supposed to express my opinion but I'm out of words by my suprise. A whole day in the beach with these random popular boys?

Scarlet turns her look back at me. I've now gotten my head up from her lap and sitting on the couch with my knees up to my chest overthinking the worst possibilities of what could happen tomorrow. "Summ, are you cool with that?"

"Mhm?" I ask obviously distracted. "Yeah sure totally cool with it. Cool cool cool cool cool." I lie through my gritted teeth, repeating the word over and over like it's going to become the truth.

Relief washes through Scarlet's face when she finds out everyone's fine with it. I just smile sheepishly at her covering my lie.

~

Guess what, it's Saturday. Yay!, right? No. Saturday means a whole day at the beach with Logan's group. I don't think I can handle that. No, fuck what I think. I know I can't handle that. Ready for the worst day of my life? Yep, I'm ready. Okay, 70% ready. Okay, 50%. Okay, 20%. OKAY FINE, 0%

I'm screwed.

Or maybe I'm just overreacting again.

Or not...

Shut up.

You can't just say to urself to shut up.

Watch me, bitch.

I just called myself a bitch. I've completely lost it. Thank you very much, Black.

You can't just blame Logan for every problem.

It's you, again? Who even are you?

Your subconscious, stupid.

I hate you.

Same, twinsiesss.

I roll my eyes at my thought and grimace at myself. Did I just roll my eyes at me? My own fucking self? Yup, it's official. I'm crazy.

Let's ignore what just happened and continue packing.

I have my tote bag and the items that I'm going to bring to the beach displayed infront of me, on my bed.

"Sunscreen? check.
Water bottle? check.
Money? check."

I read aloud the list that goes on and on.