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A Series of (very) Unfortunate Events

"Trey?" I approached him slowly.
"Um.. Yeah? What's up?"
"Do me a favor, turn around."
"No. I don't want to." He replied. I grabbed his shoulder and turned him around to see him holding the door handle in his hand instead of it being drilled into the door itself.

"You have got to be kidding me right now." I snapped at him. "I know! To fix this will probably come out of the school's budget which means they won't add another vending machine!" He complained. At that point I wanted to tackle him to the ground and wring him around the neck in a beastly way, you don't even wanna know the imagery I'm putting in my head right now.

"TREY!"
"Sorry."
"UGH, WHAT ARE YOU GOOD FOR." I yelled, pulling out my phone from my pocket as I dialed Devyn's number, crossing every inch of my body (every inch) that she answered her godamn phone for once.

I'm pretty sure I squealed a little when J heard Devyn's voice through the other line. "Oh my goodness, Dev!"

"Wha—"
"I need you to come to the rooftop like right now."

"I'm doing homework right now."
"DEVYN."
"Okay! Jesus! Why are you on the rooftop thou-"

Before she could speak any longer, I hung up on her. Trey looked at me. "My battery died." I lied. Although battery was at %17, I proceeded to scroll through instagram, sitting on the dirty rooftop floor as I waited for Devyn.

I heard Trey's clothes shuffling as he sat down beside me, crisscrossed. I didn't even bother to glance at him because Jessica got a new car and apparently 1205 people care! I took a screenshot of the brand and zoomed in.
Ha. A Porsche. Oh, please, do better.

I then saw Trey copy me by pulling out his phone and scrolling through instagram as well. I rolled my eyes and scooted over to the opposite side as him.

A few moments passed by and it started getting awkward. The only noise being made was the tapping of our phones and his heavy breathing. Then, I just couldn't help myself but ask, "Have you been smoking?"

He bummed back in question. "Why are you breathing so loud?"

"I'm breathing at a normal pace, what are you talking about." He said. "Your breathing is only making things more awkward." Annoyed, I tried not to look at him or I'd snap.

"Fine, I'll stop breathing."
"Thank you."

I went back to scrolling on my phone until I heard a silent wheezing coming from Trey. I sighed and turned to him to let unnecessary anger out on him till I widened my eyes at his tomato red cheeks. "Jesus! Can you not do that!?"

He finally caught his breath, making him breath loudly again. "You said I was breathing too loud."

"Wow. You're a child. That's what you are. An adult-baby."

"Thank you, you think I'm just as cute as a baby?" He asked. "I never said I liked babies or thought they were cute." Babies disgust me. They puke, wine, cry, wine some more, they ruined my life as an older sister.
Which is why as soon as I saw my parents getting intimate, I had to stop it before they made me mother a baby for the 3rd time. I might've been young, but I definitely knew where babies came from.

"Riley, can I ask you something?"
"No." I stood up and walked over to the rooftop bar stand, sitting on one of the stools covered in frost. (Ngl I think they gave me frostbite on my busums.)

"Why do you always have your guard up so much?" He asks, also walking over to the bar stand. "What's a guard?" I asked with my dumb-blonde accent. He rolled his eyes and sat on the stool beside me, grabbing the unopened bottle of alcohol in front of him.