O3: I'm no superman.
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"Peyton?"
"Hm?" I asked.
"You look really great."
That scene with Nate replayed in my mind over, and over again. No matter how bad I tossed and turned, or how hard I tried to forget, it would always stay on my mind.
Stupid rabid teenage hormones.
I groaned in frustration. What the hell is wrong with me? So what he complimented me? I slipped on my pink bunny slippers and headed down to the kitchen. My house is pretty huge. Not to sound snobby, or spoiled in anyway. I turned the corner when I banged my precious pinky toe against the leg of an hall chair.
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"Fickity Fuck!" I roared.
"Sweet baby mama jesus!"
This continued for about fifteen minutes. I managed to wake up my parents and my little sister in the process. The exact words from my parents were. "Shut up or get out."
My sister told me to "Pipe down you barking idiot" She also threw a pair of scissors at me.
Crazy biatches these days...
I limped the rest of the way to the kitchen.
I was about to pour me a glass of water until I heard some shouting in the distance.
"Nathan get back here!" A woman shouted.
Nathan? As in Nate? Him and his mom must be arguing again.
Nathan and his mom has been arguing a lot lately. After the dinner that set him and his mother off edge they've been fighting frequently, and I didn't like it. Usually after they fought Nathan would sneak out to go to a friend's or he would knock on my window and ask to stay over. Before you go ape shit I made him sleep in the floor.
I quickly ran upstairs to grab my jacket. I know I'm a bit nosy, but this is something that interested me more than Maury. I know, weird right? I quietly went on my porch and hid behind a very tall bush.
Thank you mom for your gardening skills.
"No mom! I won't fucking listen! Why do you care anyways! You stopped giving a shit when dad left, so why now!?" Nathan shouted.
"That's not truth Nathan!"
"Oh, so what is the truth then?
"I-I-I-"
"Exactly!"
"Nathan please don't get in that car!"
"I wont if you tell me one thing."
"What?"
"What is the actual reason to why dad left?"
"It's...I can't-"
"Bye mom."
Nathan then got into his car and drove off.
I looked over only to find Mrs. Bradshaw crying into a tissue. I'm not very good dealing with emotional people. Actually, I'm terrible at it. I remember once that I tried to make someone feel better, it ended with me walking home drenched in red and blue paint.
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The Wild Things
Teen Fiction"I despise you Bradshaw." "You and me know that's not true Peyton." It irritates me, that this f*cker thinks every girl is head over heels in love with him. Yeah, he may have a nice body, and cute smile, and the cutest dimples, and really soft hair...
