Rich Kid (ON HOLD)

Chapter 25: Make Out

Chapter 25: Make Out

 

“You’re sitting in my seat.” I pointed grumpily at Drake, sighing impatiently, waiting for him to get up.

He smirked and put a mouthful of oatmeal in his wide mouth. “Don’t see your name written on it.” He retorted.

“It will be written in your blood if you don’t get up” I replied irritatingly.

He stood up immediately and eyed me from head to toe with an amused expression. “Gee, what a lovely shade of bitch today.”

Brody interrupted, playing with the apple in his hands. “Grumpy mood means he didn’t get lucky last night.”

Never really appreciating the joke, no, I didn’t get lucky last night.

Aria is hysterically freaking the heck out the whole midnight over the fact that she can see ghosts. I’ve never gotten sleep until four in the morning and Aria’s nagging to accompany her in the bathroom for five times didn’t particularly give me an option to have a goodnight sleep.

Good thing I’m not in my drunk state since I had less than eight hour sleep. I’m just in the grumpy crabby mood right now.

“What time did you arrive?” I asked, pouring cereals in my bowl. Now that Drake and Brody are here, the gang is complete.

My pregnant mother and my hyperventilating father will arrive in an hour. Apparently, when we got in the villa, they went to the hospital and stayed there for the night because my mother is having weird camps.

“Two hours ago, I guess.” He checked his watch then looked up at me. “Tell, what’s that I am hearing about ghosts in here?”

I rolled my eyes and spooned a bunch of cheerios in my mouth. “Ask Aria.”

Speaking of the devil she walked in the kitchen and stared at all three of us with dead eyes. It’s obvious she didn’t get a good sleep last night as well. Brody took the initiative to prepare cereals for her but Aria stopped him.

“What are you doing, Brody?”

Brody gave her a confused look. “Pouring cereals for you, Aria.”

And then she started to cry. “Brody, I can see ghosts!”

“OKAY. What is going on in here?!” Drake boomed, looking freaked out, slapping the table forcefully. If he isn’t being careful, he would’ve crushed the glass with orange juice that he’s holding right now.

I sighed tiredly. “She saw Yvonne.” And then I crossed my index and middle finger together, showing Drake. “They are like this.”

Unfortunately for me, that is the time Drake decided to sip his drink which caused him to unceremoniously coughed the orange juice in my face

Perfect morning.

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“Aria, will you stop pacing around? It’s annoying.” I complained, not holding back in showing her how annoyed I am by her constant moving around the room. It’s getting on my nerves.

She stopped moving and looked apologetically at me. “Sorry.” She muttered.

Last night when we told her about Yvonne, it messed her up. I decided not to tell her my mother’s cupid story though. I just told her that Yvonne is my great great grandmother who’s long dead. She’s skeptical at first but then she suddenly just zone out, staring blankly at thin air with a horrified expression, then she started to get hysterical.