"So, princess, where do you wanna start?"
"With me jumping off a cliff." I respond, I don't usually joke about that stuff but there are no other words I can think of to describe this.
"I'll drive." he says and I look at him in disgust.
"You're horrible." I scoff, "Just name all your friends so we can get this over with."
He goes on naming all of his friends, and I'm only going to be including some of them out of the long list he is giving me, going on and on. I just zone out, pretending to write stuff as I think about how full of himself he is. Honestly, how many of these people are actually his friends and like him for him, not for his popularity and fame across the town for being the football star.
"So, princess, do I list my 1,248 followers or do I leave those out?" he asks with a smirk plastered on his face. I roll my eyes and begin listing all of my closest friends, then some people I don't talk to a whole lot but we still talk a good amount. Then some I only talk to in school but we still consider each other friends.
"So, do I list my 1,695 followers or do I leave those out?" I ask with an eyebrow raised.
"You mean 16 followers?" he asks and I shake my head.
"No, I have more followers than you." I respond and he rolls his eyes, going to check.
"Only because you sing and do dance. If you didn't, nobody would follow your account." he says,
"Same with you, if you didn't play sports, nobody would follow your account." I comeback and he groans.
"Whatever, people actually like me, also I'm good looking, unlike some, so yes, I'd have those followers."
"Yeah, well it sucks you only have your looks to fall back on. Guess there really isn't a personality." I say, and close all my stuff.
"Madison!" my mom yells up as she opens my bedroom door, half drank alcohol bottle in her hand, "Swey, you have, uh, dancing bit a in."
"Yes, mom, I know." I say,
"Clean up your room, for Christ's sake." she turns and stumbles out of the room, slamming the door. "Disgusting."
I look around at my clean room, sniffing and smelling the reek of alcohol she left behind. "Yeah, well, I'll call you later to finish this."
"Whatever." he says and hangs up, I angrily turn off my phone and change into my spandex and tank top with my clothes over it. I throw my hair up into a high ponytail, which coach Dianne hates because hair gets everywhere. But, buns don't stay put in my hair so she lets it slide until competition.
"Mom, I'm taking the car!"
"I h-have to go out!" she slurs her speech,
"To get more alcohol? No, you can't drive like this anyways."
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Dance ran really long and I didn't get back until 10. I still have a ton of homework to get done, and the today's portion of the project that Mr. Roberts is checking tomorrow.
I also have to shower, but maybe I'll just wait until the morning. I quickly rush out to the car and drive home. Rushing inside from the rain, I shut and lock the door behind me. I see my mom passed out on the couch and rush upstairs. I change into sweatpants and a teeshirt, grabbing my phone and seeing notifications from Grayson.
😡: FaceTime me wtf
😡: I don't want to fail.
😡: What the hell are you doing call me.
(7 missed calls from 😡)
I reluctantly call him back and sit on my bed, "I'm tired and have a shit ton of homework to do, so could we just hurry and finish this?"
"Listen!" my mom swings open my door, I throw my phone face down on the bed and look at her, "You are not allowed to speak to me like that! You are a selfish disappointing teenager that I did not raise! You are the reason I'm like this! You are the reason your dad left us! And I will not take you giving me attitude and saying I have a problem!"
She said that pretty well for a drunk person.
"Damn it, where's my beer?" she walks out of the room and I slam and lock my door behind it, sliding down to the floor and holding my head in my hands. I don't hold back the tears like I usually do, but I also don't let it get too bad. After a bit of sitting there, I stand up and the first thing that comes to view is the picture of me, my mom, and my dad from a few years ago. I pick it up angrily and chuck it at the wall, causing a loud slam.
Slowly stalking over to my bed, I reach for my phone to go play music. But Grayson's face is on the my screen, "You stayed on during that? What the hell is wrong with you?"
"I don't hate you that much that I'd leave you alone after your mom just yelled at you like that." he says, "You good?"
"She's just drunk, she doesn't know what the fuck she's saying." I respond and he looks at me.
"Then why were you crying?"
"We're pretty much done with this portion, we'll just hand in what's done." I respond.
"We still have a whole page left..."
"And I have five other subjects of homework to get through, I'll get over one page. Especially tonight." I respond, "Plus, it means we get off talking to each other even sooner which is great."
"Whatever, princess."
GUYSSSSS
I MET THE TWINS A FEW DAYS AGO AND SHIT I MISS THEM SO DAMN MUCH HELP. IVE BEEN WATCHING ALL THEIR VIDEOS ALL DAY AND IM SO PROUD OF THEM THEYVE COME SO FAR. LIKE IN THEIR FIRST VIDEO THEY PROBABLY DIDNT EXPECT TO BE ON A WORLD TOUR, HAVE TWO MILLION SUBSCRIBERS, AND HAVE A FUCK TON OF GIRLS WANNA GET IN THEIR PANTS. IM SO PROUD 😂.
Anyways here's an update for ya, have fun.
