Chess: The Next Move

Chapter 10: 10 years

After meeting chase, I too didn't wanna see my biological parents again. I'd rather have 10 pages of homework back in school than talking to them.

Yeah, it's that bad.

Don't you just hate when people talk behind your back? Like literally you hear whispers and you're only two feet away.

Dumbasses. I'm right here you 'stupcunt'! By the way, you may have realized I tell the story saying a lot of words where I call people 'sluts' or 'whore', well it's not what you think. Marissa and I made up a language (like clueless) for our friends.

Words like whore, stunny, slut, stupcunt, asses, dumbasses, etc. are all part of the secret language we have.

We don't have a name for our language. I don't think we need a name for it.

I tend to wonder why all these family problems are only coming to me now.

Like, what the hell?

"Going grocery. Want anything?" Audrey asked.

"Cheetos. And you know which one."

"Got it. Want anything, morgs?"

"Um, skittles!" Morgan happily suggested.

Audrey left nodding.

Hopefully she doesn't come back with a teenage boy/girl like Marissa and Tyler did.

I'm so tired of my effing charger. It's broken as hell. I have to hold it a certain way to keep it from vibrating over and over again.

I am one step closer to throwing this shit all the way back to China.

"Why the hell is my charger always breaking?" I yelled out.

"Maybe because you always charge your phone. Like literally, every 30 minutes."

"Morgan, it's not my fault I have a life!"

"Shouldn't you be at the site?"

"Liam's working for me."

"Don't you two work together?"

"We're practically almost done with this building. We just need to fix some blueprint sketches of the interior design and the exterior Windows and doors and we're all set."

"So this project will grand open when?"

"Probably in five months or so."

"You always finish a building so quickly!"

"I've got skills."

I forgot what the building was. Was it a cafe? I forgot.

Oh shit.

Oh well, at least I have Liam to remind me. :)

Marissa walked in.

"Jen, Morgan, cherry I know you're somewhere in this house!"

Cherry actually is. I didn't know.

"IM IN HEREEE!" Cherry called from the laundry room.

"What do you need?" I asked my badass cop friend who seemed to be on the verge of crying.

"Tomorrow is Tyler and i's 10 year anniversary."

"Ooh.."

"I don't know what to give as a gift.."

"Oh...."

"Why don't you give him something he likes?" Morgan suggested.

That was actually a great idea.