City Gurl

Chapter Thirty-Four

Author's Note: Ok, so I don't know if u read any of my other books, but if you do, I'm going to be working especially on this one, since I want to finish it. I won't be updating any of my other books for a long time, ok? I REPEAT: I will not work on any of my other books for a long time, ok?? Ok. This will be my main concern for now.

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"I'm home!" I call to my apartment. Nobody answers. I sigh, realizing that my parents are still at work and Keith has football practice. Even though I really hate Keith, I still would've liked some company.

Setting down my book bag on our dining room table, I decide to do my homework later. Stupid homework.

I head to my room. Maybe I'll sing. Nobody's home, so no one will hear. Yeah, I should probably practice for that school play thing. Les Miserables, yes, that's it.

'I'll just look up some random lyrics on the Internet,' I think. 'And sing them.'

As I pass Keith's room, which is slightly closed with a "KEIP OUT!" sign on it (yes, that's really how he spells "keep") I hear something from the inside. So Keith IS home. Why didn't he answer when I called? Oh, well. He's most likely to absorbed in his Xbox to notice anything, anyway.

Entering my room, I close the door. Maybe I can still sing. Keith will probably not hear. Probably. If I sing sort of quietly. Ugh. Stupidness these days, no privacy.

I look up some Les Miserables lyrics on the Internet, and two hours later, I have a whole big stack of songs from the movie that maybe he school will use. I pick up a sheet titled "Look Down" and scan it. I put it down and pick up my audition song, I Dreamed a Dream, that I'd taken earlier at school.

Growl.

I look down at my stomach. Boy, am I hungry. Dropping the sheet, I leave my room and head towards the kitchen. As I pass Keith's room again, I hear another noise. It doesn't sound anything like Mario. It sort of sounds like . . . no way!

"Keith?" I call. Nobody answers. "Hello?" Should I go in? I gulp and slowly peer into the crack between the door and wall. I stagger back, shocked. It's . . . Keith and Brianna!!

No, I must have been seeing things. I peek again. The same sight comes to my eyes. Brianna and Keith, half naked, Brianna straddling Keith and Keith kissing her neck. It's totally fascinating and revolting at the same time. He's never kissed Holly like that.

I debate whether to barge in and force bitch Brianna out or let them make out in peace. The second one.

Turning to go, I accidentally sneak another peek. Brianna's trying to take Keith's pants off. Ew. EW!!!!

"Oh my fucking God!!" I scream and punch the door open. No way they're making love in MY apartment! No freaking way. I stomps my foot like a child and avoid looking below their heads. Then, fuming, I leave, slamming the door behind me.

"Oh, my gosh, she's home?" I hear Brianna's stupid chirpy, but horrified, voice ask.

"Apparently," Keith sounds just as revolted and embarrassed.

People these days.

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That night at dinner, I try my best to avoid Keith's eyes. He's awkwardly picking at his salad and hasn't touched his spaghetti. I keep sneaking glances at him, glaring all the time.

"Keith, honey," Mom comments. "You haven't touched your food. Is something wrong?" Keith cringes at our mother's words. She has no idea.

"Nothing," Keith mumbles. He chases a cherry tomato around his plate with his fork. Dad frowns.

"Don't play with your food, Keith. What happened? School? Girls? Football?" Keith blushes really hard. Of course we all know why.

"Uh, nothing. I'm just not hungry." Keith insists. The whole family exchanges glances. Keith, not hungry? Impossible!

"Um, Mom? Dad?" I blurt, trying to change the subject. "Uh, I signed up to be in the school musical." They stare at me in astonishment.

"Really, hon?" Mom gasps. "That's wonderful! What's the play?"

"I think it's something like Less Miserables??" I try. Dad chuckles.

"I think you meant Les Miserables," he corrects. I nod. (A/N: it's pronounced: Lay Miz-er-ah-b) "Well, that's great, Evelyn! What part?"

"I don't actually know yet," I say. "The auditions are tomorrow afternoon." Both of my parents beam. I can tell they're really proud of me for finally finding something to do in school that's not just do work, but an actually extracurricular activity, like Keith.

We finish up dinner and Keith retreats to his bedroom without a word.

"What's up with him?" I hear my mom mutter as she scrubs a plate. I close my eyes and sigh, that horrible scene flashing through my head again.

As I go to my room, I think about Keith, Brianna, Byron and Gretchen, and the play.

How could Keith? I mean, BRIANNA? Out of all those nice girls HIS age, he had go and choose the biggest bitch of all time. And to make it better, Brianna had to be 2 years younger than him. Brilliant, Keith, just brilliant.

Brianna. How did she know about Keith? I mentioned him once in front of her, but that's it! Why did she choose him? How did they get to know each other? Or did they just be like, "Damn, you're hot, wanna fuck?" Probably.

And Byron and Gretchen. How am I gonna deal with them? Gretchen hates Byron, and I'm dating him. It's really wonderful, you know? I have to keep those two away from each other. Or break up with Byron or tell Gretchen we can't be friends anymore. Which would be really hard.

The play I was a bit worried because Brianna would probably sign up too and squash me to a pulp. Hopefully we'd be different people, but I know Brianna will play some sort of prank on me. And of course outshine me. Ugh. All these problems.

I strip off my clothes and step into the shower, turning the hot water all the way up and adding a little cold. A hot shower should get rid of my annoying drama for a bit.

I enjoy the warmness of the shower for about 30 minutes until Dad starts yelling about how I'm wasting water and that everyone else needs the shower too, blah, blah, blah. Can't a girl take a nice, long shower for once in life?

Sighing, I shut off the water, dry off, and get into my warm, fluffy-feeling pajamas. I sink into my pillow and close my eyes.

But I can't sleep.

I can't! I'm too busy thinking (and dreading) about school tomorrow. I'll have to face awkwardness with Brianna, embarrassment with Byron, and fright and worry with Gretchen. And, of course, nauseousness with the play auditions.

When I can't take it anymore, I snatch up my iPod and make a new playlist with One Direction, Psy, Lily Allen, Taylor Swift, Nicki Minaj, and Willow Smith. Plus a few more.

I put in my ear thingies, push Play, and close my eyes.

Music always does the trick.

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Hey! Longish chapter!! Well, I updated all my other books, you know, telling the readers that I won't be writing in that much. This book is my main concern.

Ok, I really need to know: how dafuq do you end a book and at the end it says "The End" and not "To Be Continued"? Please tell me! And how do you add pictures and gifs? And how do you change the font without changing everything?? Please tell me in comments or message me.

I love the Les Miserables movie! THE BEST THING EVER.

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