I Hate You

CHAPTER 09: Choices and Kisses

The next day went by super slowly, it felt like it was all just dragging along until Monday. After Matthew had driven me home, I immediately went to bed, not bothering to change my clothes or take a shower. I had fallen asleep seconds after I collapsed onto the messy sheets.

I woke up in the middle of the day on Sunday. Neither of my parents had come home, my mother was mostly at work, and my dad was most likely back at it at the casino. A few texts were left on my phone from Matthew, suchlike; “You doing okay?”, “Hope you didn't pass out onto the floor and made it to your bed. I would've helped you in, but I'm not so sure you'd like that.”

I had texted a quick response, not bothering to read it over or anything like that. “I made it to my bed. Yeah, glad you didn't help me in, I most likely would've slapped you.”

Matthew:“That's not very nice to hit people that are trying to help you.”

Me:“Well, it's you. I can slap you whenever I want.”

Matthew:“Jeez, abusive much? I think this fake relationship is growing toxic Stella, you keep threatening to hurt me.”

Me:“Who said I was threatening? I was planning to slap you the next time I saw your face.”

Matthew:“And hurt this skin? How dare you.”

Me:“Exactly why I would slap you.”

Matthew:“Rude.”

Me:“Would you like me to punch you instead?”

Matthew:“Can I take the kiss option instead?”

Me:“Smooth, I'll give you that. But too bad it's only a slap or punch.”

Matthew:“We could make it kiss or slap?”

Me:“You're such a creep.”

Matthew:“Only for you.”

Me:“Fuck off.”

Now, it was a miserable Monday. I hated Mondays, whoever invented Mondays deserves to have both sides of their pillow warm all the time. Now that I think about it, Matthew deserves that curse too. Sure, he was nice to me the other day, but I still hated him. Maybe, just maybe, the hate wasn't as bad as it used to be, but it was still there.

I woke up after a wonderful dream, groaning. I did not want to get up at all. But of course, life got in the way and I had to get my ass out of my wonderful, comfy, loving bed. Honestly, if I could, I would marry my bed. That way, I would never have to leave it.

Slowly, but surely, I sleepily crawled myself out of the sheets of my bed, my body instantly wishing to be back where the warmth was.  I shivered from the cold air of the house and tiredly walked towards my closet to get dressed for another shit school day. I rubbed my eyes with both of my hands before opening my closet door.

I swung the door open when a loud POP filled my ears.

Glitter. Glitter everywhere.

It was safe to say that I was wide awake now. Very awake.

I opened my shut eyes, green glitter filling my view. My entire body was covered in green shimmery glitter, my carpet was covered in green glitter, so was my hair, as well as the clothes in my closet. This would take days, no years to get rid of! I was fuming with anger. If someone were to walk in, I'm pretty sure they would see steam coming out of my nose.