High School Bules (Sonamy)

Chapter 15

Hey guys, almost at the end of the story. Sorry dont forget i am making a one page sequel. Im sorry that the story is almost finished. Anyway enjoy.

I walked downstairs and into the empty kitchen. I rubbed my bloodshot eyes. I'd been crying all night, even in my sleep I was crying. I poured myself some coffee, thinking that some caffeine would wake me up to reality and at least get me a good start to a nice sunny day. Though, who was I going to spend it with? Crystal was at Diamond's job for "Bring your Child to Work Day", Cream was out of town for the week, and Sonic- I couldn't force myself to think about that situation. I would break out crying over a cup of coffee in an empty kitchen. I heard footsteps coming down the steps. I stiffened, knowing Sonic was the one coming downstairs. I wondered if I should hide or stay and face him. He hadn't gone out his room since he had left the balcony, seconds after I left. I thought about the cold look of hatred Sonic had given me on the balcony. I wanted to think that that was yesterday and this was a new day. I took a deep breath before Sonic stepped through the doorway. His eyes were redder than mine. From anger or from hurt? "Morning," I said, a small smile coming upon my face. His eyes went to me and they filled with the same hatred. He ignored my greeting and went to the refrigerator. He pulled out a carton of milk and set it on the counter. His movements were slow and tired. His eyes didn't even glance back at me.

I sighed in defeat. He really did hate me. He heard my sigh, but ignored it anyway. He poured some milk in the blender. Next, he got out some eggs. Then some blueberries and bananas. He poured a little vanilla yogurt into the blender as well. I scrunched up my face in disgust. He put the lid on the blender and started it. He leaned against the counter, still refusing to look at me. I looked down at my coffee and took a sip. Bitter. I had forgotten the sugar and cream. I got some cream out of the refrigerator and poured it into my mug. Sonic held out his hand, offering the sugar container. The second I grabbed it, his hand pulled away as if he wanted to make sure he steered clear of any hand contact. "Thanks," I murmured. He ignored me again. I was actually wondering why he was mad at me.

I handed Sonic the sugar container back after pouring some in my coffee. He took it, without looking at me. He stopped the blender and dumped a pile of sugar into the blue gooey mess. He put the lid back on and let the blender continue. "Is that some kind of energy drink," I asked. Even though he wasn't looking at me, his eyes flashed with irritation.

"Yea," he muttered. His voice was still cold, but he was probably too tired to put any real hatred into it. At seven o' clock in the morning, I was surprised I was up myself. Especially in the summer. That was my time to sleep late in the mornings.

"What is it," I asked, wanting to keep the conversation going. He looked like he just got up and I didn't want to wait for his anger to get fully heated, so I wanted to take advantage that he was at least talking to me.

"Blueberry Bazooka."

"Is it...good?"

"Why did you think I put sugar in it?"

"Oh, it's nasty."

"Terrible. Coach, makes all of us drink this. He gave out recipes and everything."

"Involving sugar?"

"Nope."

"Wow, Sonic the Hedgehog being a rebel. How...different."

"And Amy Rose acting like nothing's happening. How...usual."

"What?"

"You heard me."

"What are you saying?"

"Forget it, like you ever understand anything anyway."

"What's that supposed to mean?"