Creepy pasta

Chapter XVII - Sleeping

" don't trust what you see, even salt looks like sugar "
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( two days later )

"Devon! Devon?" I hurriedly walked by his side. "Why are you and Nina avoiding me? What did I do?"

He glanced at me and sigh loudly, he looked very tired. His hair was all over the place, up and down side to side, but it was so attractive.

I tried to imagine how my hair looked like, was it frizzy or damaged. I didn't even notice how he was still ignoring me.

"Well?" I asked, raising my eyebrows.

"What do want to hear?" He stopped and starred at me.

"Something that's not a lie-"

"Fine, because we don't want to hang out with a fucking killer that might kill us for doing something wrong." He yelled, dramatically. I looked around to see if anyone was around but no one was and I was so grateful for that.

He does not know what he's talking about. All he ever did was make up false statements.

"You haven't got a clue to what your saying, moron. Get your facts straight before you talk." I spat.

I do not like his tone, and his god damn lies. I swear if I could I would've tell him everything, but I couldn't.

"Because I'n hurting myself and I wish you could understand that, Devon."

"Okay, I'm sorry." He said, unblinking.

Wow, he apologized.

I smiled widely, no one has ever apologized to me for years. And I appreciated it so much, but my face was expressionless. I could never tell or show someone how I feel.

"Do you want to come over and actually help me with the science project?" I asked, awkwardly.

I thought that maybe he would just let me finish it for him and use me.

"Sure. by the way, I can see your underwear." He said, with a straight face on. I tried looking behind me and quickly pulled my skirt down. My face flushed in embarrassment. This was the first and last time I'm ever wearing skirts.

"Moron."

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"Dude, where the fridge at?" He asked, leaving me again for the third time to finish.

"Obviously, in the kitchen." I said, annoyed. Every time I tell him to do something simple, he gets hungry, wants to use the bathroom, and so much more excuses.

"Why's your fridge empty?" He asked, and I rolled my eyes. I didn't want him to know that I'm scared to spend my moms money. The money she earned. What if I lose all? What would happen? I couldn't and I wouldn't spend anything at all.

"Are you deaf?" He sat down waving his hands, catching my attention. I looked at him, and he looked worried. "Well?"

"It's nothing. I forget to go shopping." I said, avoiding eye contact. My mind could sense him looking at me.

"Um, there's fucking roaches in there and it stinks."

"I'm on a diet." I lied.

"Jesus Christ! Why can't you ever say the truth?" He asked, in really harsh tone.

"Get up. We're going shopping." He commanded.

"We haven't finish this project. It due in four days."

"Well, that could wait." He grabbed my arms and pulled me up. I didn't move, I just stood there wondering if I should follow him or not. And even if I did decide to go, I wouldn't ask for anything because I'm not greedy.