An hour after I sent Noah the message I hear my phone beep.
"Hey grace! How's your hand? And head, haha still sorry." It reads.
I smile and immediately text back despite my conscious telling me to wait.
"Stop apologizing! Haha my hand is fine just scratched up. And my head... Well I have a bruise but it's okay." I text.
I look down at my hand and realized I still haven't bandaged it up yet. I walk to the bathroom and grab some Neosporin and gauze. I wash my hands and then lightly put the ointment on the scratch and continue to wrap the wound in gauze.
After about five minutes of me looking in the mirror to see the horrifying bruise on my forehead I decide to walk back to my room and check if Noah had texted me back. I walk in and see James on my phone.
"Your little boyfriend texted you back, don't worry I replied." He says with a stupid smirk on his face.
"Are you fucking kidding me James?! Get out!!" I say practically screaming.
"Dad! Grace cussed at me!" James says running down the hallway into the living room. I quickly follow.
"Dad, he was in my freaking room texting my friend!" I say trying to back myself up.
"She means her boyfriend." James says in a mocking voice.
"Grace, James, you're both grounded for until I say. Grace you know you shouldn't be cussing you're only 16 you're practically still a kid. James you know you're not aloud in your sisters room. Both of you, go to your rooms." My dad says pointing at us both then towards the hallway.
I walk back down the hallway and into my room. I run over to my bed to check what James had said to Noah.
"I like butt"
"You're a stupid ugly"
"I run around naked and pretend to eat pineapples off the ground."
I realize Noah replied saying,
"Uhm, what?"
"That was my stupid fucking brother, I'm sorry, he's 7 with a real annoying personality." I text Noah.
I crash on my bed and throw a fit. Noah must think I'm so weird now. I hear my phone buzz after quite a while and immediately check it.
"Oh, lol it's okay. Well hey, I think I'm going to go to bed. I'll see you tomorrow?"
I look at the clock to see its already 9:30. I laugh at how early Noah goes to bed and text him back.
"Ha, what are you like 90? See you tomorrow (: " I reply.
I decide to take a shower and head to bed.
