I let out a big breath as my whole body falls to my super comfy and soft bed. Dylan and I ended up going to this local café where they sell cakes and drinks like coffee and teas. I wasn't in the mood so I just stayed silent with a grumpy expression plastered on my face the whole time. But it didn't look like Dylan minded because he kept on talking with a cheery face.
I did that for the sake of going home.
I lay on my bed for a couple of minutes before going to the bathroom to take a cold shower. I rarely ever take warm showers, cold showers makes me feel refreshed.
After the shower, I walk out of my room in search of food. I don't actually feel hungry but why not eat?
Because food is wonderful.
When I walk down to the kitchen there is no surprise that there are some muffins in the dining table.
Amy loves to bake.
I take 2 of the chocolate muffins on a plate and walk back upstairs into my room. I plop down my bed and turn on the TV.
"Oh, you brought muffins." A voice says that causes me to jump. I look to the source of the voice and there Dylan stands, leaning against the wall.
"Oh my God what the eff are you doing here?" I ask.
"You left your jacket." He says pointing at the grey hoodie that's now on my bedside table.
I look at him curiously. "Who let you in?"
"That um... what's her name.. Amanda?" He says, which sounds more of a question. "She's very pretty."
I roll my eyes. Boys. "Amy." Although, I totally understand where he's coming from. Amy is undeniably attractive, with her tan skin that stays golden year-round and naturally chocolate wavy hair.
"Oh yeah, her." He says with a bright smile.
"Now get out." I say, walking up to him and pushing him so that he's walking to the door.
"But I wanna plaaaay." He says in a childish singsong tone.
I raise my eyebrows. "You're such a kid, Dylan." I say before slamming the door shut on his face.
That's the second time today that I slammed a door shut to his face.
I rock.
A few minutes later my phone rings, I pick it up with a groan.
"Madison!" Allison's voice squeaks from the other line, causing my ear to ring.
"Ow." I say, rubbing my ear. "What?"
"OMG Madison guess what!" She screams.
I pull my phone a little further from my ear. "Oh gosh, I think my ears stopped working."
"Stop thinking about yourself, you self-centered woman." She says.
Yeah, sure.
I roll my eyes. "What happened?"
"Guess!"
I groan again, I hate it when people do that. "Just tell me the bloody thing."
"Ugh, you're no fun." She whined. "But anyway, Xander texted me again!"
I mentally facepalm myself.
Xander is Allison's ex that cheated on her like a billion times, yet, she still adores him like he's the sun or something.
I didn't even bother telling her about how he will hurt her and blah blah blah because I know she wouldn't listen.
"Oh really? What happened?" I ask, laying in my bed knowing that she'll tell me a hell of a story. I'm honestly sick of Xander playing Ally around, she deserves much better but no matter how many times I tell her that she seems to gravitate back to him. I hope she can find someone else.
....
It's currently the next day, approximately 5.28PM and I am currently at Starbucks sipping on a cup of coffee to stay awake- wow, shocker. Aside from that, I am trying to do my incredibly hard Math homework.
Aside from being very hard, it is just useless and a waste of my time.
Like, who finds the volume of a tube-shaped water bottle when they see one? Well, I don't, like, I'll probably die of dehydration looking for its volume instead of drinking whatever's in it.
I am very pissed.
If you didn't already notice.
I then try my best to do my math homework, at this point I don't really care what my score is because this is just beyond my brain capacity so at least I tried.
After another hour of torture-I mean, math- I decide to just go home and try to do the rest there.
I pack my books inside my backpack and throw the cup of coffee in the trash beside the exit door.
"Madison?" A woman's voice calls from my side as I am about to get inside my car.
I look at where the voice is from and the car keys that were in my hand crashes down to the parking lot's floor. I stare at the familiar blonde, hazel-eyed woman in front of me.
The woman I haven't seen in ages.
"Mom?"
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Whoops wonder what her mom is like?
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The Bad Boy's Heartbreaker
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