The A Team

Chapter 23: Obama Would Understand

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Angel's P.O.V.

My hand quivers as I hold the pill bottle up to the light in order to read the label.

"Prescribed to Ace Alexander Griffen. Treatment for bipolar depression." I read quietly, as if it is my own little secret...I guess in a way, it is.

That's why? That's why this tall mysterious jackass has been so topsy tervy with me?

Well that would explain the constant mood swings.

And Ace would always be a complete ass to me or throw my into my locker or trip me or make fun of me in front of everyone or physically hurt me...yea I've had some bruises...and then he'd smile with those adorable dimples and say something sweet or teasing...and my pure affection for him would make me forget it or make up an excuse for him.

I don't even know what to do any more.

How am I going to stop being a goodie two-shoes if my new partner in crime is so unreliable?

Ugh...Obama would understand.

Who even voted for that guy?!

...well my Muslim aunt for one...

Okay that was a tad racist...ah shit.

Okay back to our previously scheduled break-down:

I'm now just realizing that Ace has only hurt me in the past and now that he's starting to lighten up, I'm becoming wishy washy with my feelings for him.

Hell, until now I wouldn't even admit that I do have feelings for him.

I mean...I don't have like the strongest feelings in the world or whatever and most of the feelings that I do have are just ones of distrust and hate. But it's just so hard not understanding someone.

Now that I think about it, I really know nothing about Ace's personal life.

I've never seen his parents, I never hear about anything he does outside of school (except for girls...ok no ew *the sad part is that it's true*), and I didn't even know that the viper was his!

HOW CAN A DINGLE BERRY LIKE HIM AFFORD A VIPER?!?!?

The more I think, the more I become afraid.

He could be an axe-murderer for goodness sake!...well there's a very small chance of that, but what if he goes on a rage or something? I don't know how bipolar chiz works!

"Ugh!" I scream throwing the pill-bottle down onto the couch. "I'm going to the park!!"

I seriously need some fresh air to think right now...

To...

Think about things...

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Sitting on a tiny swing on the pathetic little swing set at the park, I look up and stare at the sky.

It's beautiful really.

Light grays mixed in a whirl of vibrant blue. To me, there is nothing more beautiful in the world.

The familiar creaking of the rusty swing set brings me back to reality.

I need to start.

Start what exactly?

Thanks for asking!

Haha nah I don't actually care.

^new motto^ *cough cough*

I need to start not caring. I need to skip classes and spray paint walls and wear a skirt that would piss my father off so bad he'd pass out.

I need to start being bad.

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