Lucia's POV
Every since the incident in front of the wax museum, I've been low key ignoring Ethan.
Mya's been asking me what happened to me back there in front of the wax museum. Asking me why I was mad. I just told her it was nothing.
I refuse to talk about myself to anyone.
Rick has been inviting the boys over more often now, so they're always around.
"Hey, mom wants us to go to the store for her. She's going to be home late" Summer barges into my room.
"Fine, what does she need us to get?" I groan.
"She wants us to go buy a birthday card for Aunt Sally" Summer sits on my bed.
"Well let's get going then. It's getting late" I grab my purse and keys.
I walk out of my room and bump into someone.
"Oops, sorry" I recognize that voice.
I look up and make eye contact with Ethan and walk away without saying anything. Summer trails behind me, and we get in the car and drive to Hallmark.
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We purchase a card that says " Happy birthday to the best aunt ever!"
Cheesy, I know.
"Mom says that her and dad aren't going to be home until midnight, so we have to make dinner" Summer informs me.
Why don't they ever f.uckin text me?
"Well you want to buy something to eat or make something to eat" I ask her.
"Well I can't cook, and I have no money, sooooo...." Summer smiles at me.
This b.itch.
"Well I just spent the last of my money on the birthday card and gas, so we have to make something" I sigh.
"I'm just going to make lasag-" Rick barges in my room.
What's up with everyone barging in my room!?
"I'm hungry, where's mom and dad" Rick whines.
"They'll be home late. I'm going to make lasagna" I laugh at him.
"Yes! I love lasagna! Can the boys stay for dinner too?" He asks.
Fuck.
Should I say yes?
No, I'm going to say no.
"They can stay" Summer answers.
"Okay, thanks. Bye" Rick smiles happily.
"What the f.uck Summer!" I exclaim.
"What, you took too long to answer" she defends herself.
I'm going to punch her.
"You're helping me cook then h.oe" I throw a pencil at her.
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"I'll go tell the boys dinners ready" Summer leaves to go get the boys.
I set the table, but I don't know if they're actually even going to sit down.
"Smells good" I hear footsteps rush down the stairs.
The boys and Summer take a seat at the table with me.
Shocking.
I'd thought they'd all get a plate of food and leave to go eat somewhere else.
I guessed wrong.
The table is full with people and 3 trays of lasagna.
"Well, dig in" I pass around the lasagna.
"Did you cook this?" Mark asks.
"Yupp" I sip my water.
"It's amazing!" Drew compliments my cooking.
Everyone around the table agrees and thanks me for the meal. I can feel Ethan's eyes on me. He's sitting right infront of me. I glare at him and cock my eyebrows at him making him stop.
He's annoying.
"Thanks again, but I'm full now" Matt pushes his plate away from him and takes off his belt.
I just laugh at him.
Summer ate her dinner fast and left for bed already, but I know that she is lying. She only left so fast for bed because she doesn't want to help me clean up.
Smart b.itch.
I can't wait to complain to Mya about Summer tomorrow at school.
I get up and start walking around picking up people's plates. I'm about to grab Ethan's when he refuses.
"I'll help clean up. It's the least I can do since you cooked" he stands up and carrys his own plate to the sink.
I place the dirty plates on the counter and begin clearing them off. Ethan's helping me, but I don't want his help.
"You can go upstairs with the boys. I got it. I don't need your help" I continue clearing off the plates.
"Well that's sucks because I'm still going to help you" he continues to help me.
I just pretend he's not there. I place the dishes in the dishwasher and click on the start button.
"All done, you can go now" I huff.
"Why were you so mad on Tuesday" Ethan hesitantly speaks.
"I wasn't mad" I lied.
"Yeah you were. You were so mad at me like I took something away from you" he stands in front of me now.
"It's late" I walk past him and go to my room.
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"Hey Rooster" Mya greets me.
"You know, Summer was so f.uckin annoying yesterday. You want to know what that f.uckin b.itch did?" I ask Mya.
"What she do now" Mya rolls her eyes.
"That b.itch basically f.uckin offered me up to cook dinner for all of Rick's damn friends and then that h.oe has the audacity to f.uckin leave for bed early, so her ugly a.ss left me to clean up the damn mess. Well Ethan helped too, but I didn't want his damn help" I gasp for breath after my long speach.
"You know. You curse a lot. Like a lot. Did you know that?" Mya says sincerely.
Do I curse a lot?
No I f.uckin don't.
S.hit, I do.
S.hit, I just said s.hit.
S.hit.
"I guess I do. It's my way of expressing myself? I don't know; I'm just always angry" I shrug.
"Well, what are you always angry about?" Mya asks.
"I don't know, life? Let's just get going. We're going to be late for class" I ignore her question.
Author's Note:
They did it; we did it!
I was spending time with my grandma last night, so I did not get to watch the TCA. I'm so happy for them! They won 2 awards! I'm beyond proud of them 💙💙
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