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three. stolen heaters and babies

three

" stolen heaters and babies "

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School was great. No, school was amazing. No Maeve Milkovich. The adrenaline from earlier this morning is still wearing off, I think. My whole body twitches every time I replay that moment in my head. I don't know why I said the things I did. 'I have a bat'? Who the hell says that? The embarrassment from this morning is definitely one thing that did not wear off.

I stayed in the library for longer than I intended to. I planned to do some homework to make a little extra money. It's pretty easy stuff, my nine year old brother could figure half of this shit out and he's not the brightest of the bunch. Lucky for me, everyone in this school is dumb beyond belief. By the time I finish, I don't even realize the sun has already set. I take this as my cue to pack up my things and start heading home.

It's Friday, meaning I don't have to worry about Maeve Milkovich the whole weekend. Well, I will still worry anyways. It just won't be as bad of a worry. At least I know I have two full days where I'm not getting beat up.

The first thing I do when I step through my front door is run up the stairs to Lip and Ian's room. I haven't seen either of them all day. I don't know what happened with Mandy. Maybe he got her to call off her older siblings? Maybe Maeve actually won't kill me? Maybe she'll leave me alone and forget about my existence all together?

I knock on their door and say, "hey, it's me." I hear Ian call out "come in". I open their door. Ian's laying across his bed and has his legs on Mandy... MANDY?! I turn around and close the door immediately. What the fuck is Mandy doing here? What the actual fuck? I realize that I just completely left the room. I want to bang my head against the wall from embarrassment. I open the door again.

"Hi!" I say, trying to make them forget whatever it was I just did. "Hey," Mandy replies with a smile. She has a red pen in her hand and she's drawing something on Ian's ankle. What. The. Fuck. Is. Happening. "Yo," I hear Lip's voice. I look up to see Lip on the top bunk. I shoot him a confused look, trying to telepathically ask him what the actual fuck Mandy is doing in Ian's bed drawing on his ankle. He just scoffs and shakes his head.

"I was just coming in to say hi. I got a lot of homework so..." I gesture to the door, awkwardly trying to say I'm gonna go, "... your hair is so cute Mandy, by the way!" I try to be nice. I don't know what else to say. I'm not lying, though, her hair is really cute. It's tied up with pink and yellow streaks. "Thanks! So's yours," she says, still smiling, then looks at Ian. He looks back at her with a smirk. I am so confused right now.

"Thought you were at the library already doing homework," Lip says mockingly. I stare up at him. The lasers are shooting out of my eyes again. "You actually do homework?" Mandy chimes in. Ian tells her "she's a goody two shoes" and he and Mandy smile at each other again. I dart my eyes back and forth between the two of them. This is so weird. This is so fucking weird.

I get the hell out of there when I get the chance. Despite whatever the fuck was going on in that room, I'm just happy Ian and Mandy seem to have made up. I just don't understand why he would be so friendly with her after she pulled all of this shit. Maybe it's just for show? To keep Mandy happy and to keep her brother and sister from murdering him? Whatever it is, it seems like it's working and that's enough for me. I head to my room and call it a night. I have a migraine from doing work for hours and I had enough anxiety from this morning to last me weeks. It's bedtime. Hopefully Maeve Milkovich will stay out of my dreams tonight.