Blame it on our Fates

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Song of the day: Oath By Cher Lloyd feat. Becky G.

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The sunlight peeking through the curtains, draped over the windows, made me stir in my sleep and my eyes shot up. Immediately, a wave of nausea along with a jolt of headache hit me and I clutched on my temple for my dear life. It seemed as if someone was hammering inside my head constantly. It was unbearable.

I tried remembering the reason for such aches and nauseousness and then it hit me. The club, the hot arrogant boy, the fight, Taylor.

Taylor.

I turned to look where Taylor was sleeping yesterday night and saw her still drifted off into unconsciousness. She looked peaceful, unlike the Taylor I have encountered in the past. But I could see her, she looked conflicted even when asleep. Her eyebrows were furrowed and her temple was creased. She looked like having a hard time. I looked away from her and got out of bed, my head still pounding against my bony cranium. I quietly turned the doorknob not trying to make some noise by slamming the door open or shut, and quickly was out into the hallway. I quietly made my way downstairs not wanting to disturb anyone's sleep, if they had any that is.

But my plan was soon crumpled as I saw Mark sitting on one of the stools in the kitchen having cereals, without milk that is. He had always liked it that way. Some weird boy he was. Surely. The sound of my footsteps might have got his attention as he looked up from his cereal and raised his brow. Hopefully, he doesn't know anything about Taylor and my rescue mission.

"So how's Taylor now?" He asks casually as it is the most common thing in the world.

"You knew?!" I half yelled at him and he flinched at the volume and gave me a death glare.

"Of course I knew. You're not exactly discreet when it comes to sneaking out," he said rolling his eyes while I playfully glared at him. He didn't just go around insulting my sneaking out skills. I know I hadn't snuck out of my house many times, just once or twice when Hailey was upset in order to cheer her up. But that didn't gives him the rights to insult my newly established skills of sneaking out.

He just bloody laughed when I glared at him. Un-freaking-believable.

"You know you could have woken me up and I would have accompanied you. But you just went on your little adventure by yourself. I sometimes wonder where did you get this quality of stubbornness," he continued once he stopped laughing as a thoughtful look replaced his playful one.

"From mom," I replied as I smiled lightly thinking about how stubborn she was. She was by far the most stubborn woman I've ever had the wonders of meeting. She always knew how to get things done the way she wanted them to be.

Once Mark brought home a girl for dinner, who was to say the least a bitch. She was way too rude and stuck up. My mom didn't like her at all but she tolerated her presence for the sake of Mark. She was rude not only to me but also to my parents. My father didn't let that get to him but my mother was sick of her behavior. So in order to get rid of her from our house, she decided to accidentally on purpose spill the cocktail on her branded pink dress. The girl, embarrassed to say the least left the house being tasted a pill of her own medicine, humiliation. Mark also didn't really like the girl to stop mom from doing something drastic. He was only with her to bed her. Boys.

"Remember when mom accidentally on purpose spilled cocktail on Tessa's dress because she was being a grade - A bitch to us? That was epic," Mark reminisced chuckling as his eyes looked distant and forlorn. So apparently Mark was also thinking about the same incident as me.