Once upon a Fuck you

Chapter 4, Saturday

*Mel's POV*

I wake up by a stinging pain on my cheek. I peel my eyes open only to see Jeanette's face very close to mine. 

'What the fuck are you doing sleeping on the couch?!' She screams in my face.

'Goodmorning to you too.' I say with a lazy smile. 'Also, did you just hit me?' I ask her and feel my cheek.

She doesnt answer. Instead she grabs my blankets and throws them away. I shoot up because that is pretty much the worst thing you can do to someone who just woke up.

'What was that for?!' I am screaming now too.

'Why are you sleeping on the couch?' She asks, now speaking calmly.

'Pretty boy upstairs took up the whole bed.' I stand up and rub my eyes. 'I went to the kitchen because I was thirsty, I came back and he was doing an impression of a seastar on the bed. He was asleep and I would have gladly thrown him off the bed if we weren't on such bad terms as we are.' I tell her the truth, I'm just forgetting to tell her some parts. 

'What do you mean bad terms?' She asks while I am grabbing a glass of water. 

'I don't know. I'm just saying I'm sure he is upstairs right now planning several ways to kill me.' I pauze. 'But that's okay because I am doing to same to him.' 

She blinks. I flash her a smile.

'Well I don't like you sleeping on the couch. And most definitely not because you have some stupid argument with a stupid boy.' Her voice is stern now.

'I can't even stand being in the same room with him, let alone sleep with him in the same fucking bed.' I say sharply.

And on cue, the very boy we are talking about comes strudding downstairs. I glare at him.

'Sleep wel?' He asks with his raspy morning voice and tiny smirk. His eyes scan my figure, stopping on my legs that are on full display. I pretty much always wear baggy jeans so it's not that weird but it does make me uncomfortable. 

I flip him off and walk upstairs. Partly because I don't want to deal with his bullshit, partly because I am only wearing a shirt and my underwear. 

I shower quickly and brush my hair. I brush my teeth and do a simple skincare routine.

I change into a navy blue shirt, blue baggy jeans and some necklaces with bracelets and rings. I pull on my socks and adidas shoes and let my hair air dry.

I strut downstairs to see all the others on the couch with breakfast. Sarah says she can help me make something but I thank her and tell I'm not really hungry. 

A senctence I have said many times. And it's addicting because every time it works.

I take a apple from the fruitbowl and sit down with my friends, plus Connor. 

We are talking about what we are going to do when I see Connor standing up and sitting beside me. I try to stand up but he grabs my wrist and pulls me down beside him again. 

'Why didn't you sleep in the bed tonight.' It's like his gaze has build in lasers that bore right through my head. 

'Do you really want me to dig up the whole list? Because in that case we'll be here for a while.' I grin.

His eyes turn dark and his grip on my wrist tightens. I sigh and roll my eyes.

His grip tightens again and now it's starting to hurt. I frown and look at him. Somehow his face slowly gets disorted, turning into my dads.