#MashpotABEL
*I think I lost the only piece that held it all in place,
Now my madness is the only love I let myself embrace.*
When I woke up this morning, I looked terrible. Bags were visible, eyes were tired, hair was definitely messy.
I jumped in the shower to not only wake myself up but to also wash my hair.
I was taking so long in the shower, that I had Bryce waiting in my room.
When I walked out the bathroom, I had a towel around my body and a towel wrapped around my hair.
"Took, you long enough." He grumbles.
"Sorry, I'm just like really slow today."
"What's up?"
"I didn't go to sleep till like half past five."
"What the hell, why? Wait let me guess, you and Abel had another all nighter."
"Well, I wouldn't call it an all nighter. He called me at midnight when I was sleeping and told me happy anniversary. And from there we just kept talking, forgetting about the time."
He scoffs, "Goals."
"I know right," I grin and walk into the closet.
"So, I heard something about you."
"Oh, really. What did you hear?"
"That you're getting transferred to a Damn private school."
"Maribeth, told you?"
"She, was filling out papers at the table and I just asked what she was doing and bam."
"Oh,"
"You, know I'm coming with you."
"I, kind of figured you were going to say that. But I don't think you should."
"And why the hell Not, if you leave I'll nobody but Neal. Me and Neal aren't even that close yet, and we only have like two classes together. I'll be lonely." He whines.
Oh god, Neal.
He's going to be all alone.
"Damnit, I forgot all about Neal."
"Neal will be fine. I won't."
"Wow, Bryce."
"What, I'm just saying. I can't survive school without my best friend. Its impossible."
"But, I'll feel bad if you move to the same school I do just because, I have to."
"Technically, you don't have to."
"Technically, I do. Luciana is going to continue tormenting me. And sooner or later she'll get me expelled. I might as well change schools now."
"Well, whatever. I'm coming with you. End of discussion, I already called my mom to tell her."
I groan at his stubbornness and smile, "Well, Since I didn't force you to come. Yay!" I yell.
He rolls his eyes.
I put on matching undergarments and pull out some black skinny jeans and a white button up.
"Did you and Abel talk about Friday night?"
"Um, no. Why?" I say as I slip on purple socks and my black combat boots.
He shrugs, "Just wondering."
"You, still think I should tell him don't you?" I frown.
"Yeah, I do. I think it'll give you closure."
