❝Fucked Up Phoenix❞

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"Nix, have seen my phone?" Max asked Monday morning as I was getting ready for school.

"Did you check the fridge." I replied pulling my brown hair into a ponytail.

"No, why would-"

"Just check." I cut him off.

Max had a tendency to eat after he drives. Usually his keys end up in the fridge. One time he stuck it in his sandwich and bit into it. That was a hilarious story for our dentist.

"Found them!" he shouted from downstairs.

I moved downstairs ready for school. My anxiety was finally under control today, and I felt like I could conquer the world. I even put effort in my clothes today. The skinny jeans, pale blue knit sweater and brown ankle boots, boosted my confidence.

"Where were they?" I smirked crossing my arms over my chest. Max scratched his head sheepishly.

"In the fridge."

"Told you." I chuckled.

"You're in a giddy mood. Are you high?" Max asked, grabbing our backpacks. He handed my leather one and I nodded.

"As a kite." I chirped.

"I told you taking your meds is good." he gloated.

I frowned, my stomach in knots. "Don't."

"Sorry Nix." he apologized sheepishly, "Let's go, there's a pep rally today in the quad and we can't miss it." Max said shifting the conversation as we both knew my mood swings would whip around.

"You can't miss it." I pointed out, "Those things are basically celebrations for you, not the team."

"Shut up." He smiled easily and wrapped an arm around me as we walked out together. Mom, Max, and my best friend Stella were the only ones I allowed to touch me. They were my safety nets in social situations.

Sad, but true.

However I didn't let that damper my mood. Today I was determined to have a good day. Even if it killed me.

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"Stells, tell me if an asshole ruins her day. It's been awhile since we had a high and if anyone messes that up, I'll mess them up." Max said balling his fists.

"Aye Aye, Captain." she saluted him.

"I'm right here you know." I waved my arms at the two buffoons. I hated being talked about as if I wasn't there.

"Sorry." they chorused apologetically.

"I gotta go, the class prez wants to read over my speech. Apparently the dweeb thinks I'll say something vulgar on stage." Max scoffed as if it wasn't a possibility. But trust me, it was a possibility.

"I don't blame him." Stella smirked.

"You don't trust me either? I'm hurt Stells, really I am." Max pouted.

"Shut up and just go." she rolled her eyes and tiptoed to capture his lips with hers. Max pulled back with a goofy grin on his face.

"Take-"

"Take care of her. I know babe, now go." Stella cut him off just to chase him off.

"Still existing and hating the fact you guys talk about me like a baby who can't care for herself!" I chimed  in but this time I was blatantly ignored.

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