0.15 teamwork?
"I knew I had a reason not to like him." Noah told his sister as he took his time walked back towards his bed room, with a plate of food in his hands. "He better be lucky I don't attend that fucked up ass school. I would've been broke my foot off in his ugly ass."
"Yeah........" Zoey mumbled lowly to herself as she sat with her legs folded underneath her, and her right hand moving viciously against the hardwood floor. She was trying to get up the remaining paint that was on the ground, but the yellow paint refused to get up.
After the earthquake—that happened a few days ago, a video shot by Sophie had went viral, with Parker being the center of it all. He had openly admitted to be in love with Sophie.
But after escaping the how are you feeling questions from her housemates, and now her brother, Zoey could say that she honestly didn't care anymore.
Yeah, it stings a little to know that the guy you had feelings for was actually in love with someone else.
But she was done it. She was over, and tired, of the Zoey-Parker-Sophie love triangle. She honestly didn't care anymore. Parker can have feelings for whoever he wants.
He was honestly not worth her tears anymore.
"How you feeling? You straight? I don't need to make the trip, do I." Noah asked his older sister as he entered his semi-dark bedroom, and closed the door with the bottom of his foot.
"Yeah, I'm good." She told him as she sat back for a second before getting up off the ground, finished with cleaning the remaining paint up the best she could. "I—honestly don't care about that boy anymore. He can like and date whoever the hell he wants."
"You a good one. Him and that Sophie female would have to see me." Noah told her as he cut on the lamp beside his bed. "Ain't no nigga about to embarrass me in front of everybody with that hairline he got. And that Sophie girl, she knew what she was doing when she put that video out. She wanted you to know that she got ya nigga fallin in love with her and shit without even trying."
"She can't take what's not mine." She told her brother as she made her way over towards the blue mop bucket, and dropped the paint-covered cloth inside. "And you have a serious cussing problem."
"Wonder who I got from." Noah said as he placed his plate on his bedside table before climbing into his bed, and under his cover. As he got comfortable, while his sister uttered out not me, the fifteen-year-old couldn't help but roll his eyes at his older sibling as he reached over to pick up his food.
"But for real—she still have to see me." Zoey told her brother as she walked towards the nearest metal table, and hopped on top of it. As she lightly swung her legs back and forth, "Sophie got to see me before the end of the year for ruining my shit. I'm just wanting for when she least expects it. Parker—"
Huffing lowly. "His honesty not worth my time."
"Shidddd—he's worth mine. I got his pencil neck ass." The high school sophomore uttered as he brought his fried taco towards his mouth, and took a large bite out of it.
"Lord, leave that boy alone. He already scary as hell." The artist said as she glanced down at the ground for a second. As she listened to her brother tell her to stop saving him, she couldn't help but roll her eyes at him as her head quickly snapped upwards—and towards the door as she heard the voices approaching. "Hey, I have to go."
