6 Months

Save Him 0.7

I got up bright and early today. When I say bright and early I mean eleven in the morning. I remembered to set my alarm last night so I was thankful about that. Yesterday I deleted my important alarm because Cobain being an idiot decided to set some unessesary alarms. I still haven't got him back for it. I should start planning on my revenge.

I jumped out of bed and made my way over to the bathroom. I shouldn't of chosen the first bedroom because it's longer to get to the bathroom. I shook my head at how stupid I was. When I got in I shut the door behind me and took off my clothes leaving them in a pile on the floor. I opened the cupboard and took out two towels. One for my body and the other for my hair. I placed them on the toilet seat. I turned the shower on and put my hand under to test the temperture before  jumping into the the shower.

The water was nice and warm as I ran my fingers through my hair to get is as soacked as possible. I grabbed hold of my shampoo and rubbed it into my hair while humming along to Imagine Dragons. Once I was satisfied by the amount that was in my hair I washed it out and did the same process with the conditioner. After that I washed my body and shaved.

I switched the shower off and stepped out of the bath. I grabbed hold of one of the towels and wrapped it around my hair. I got the other and wrapped it around my body. I picked up my clothes that were still on the floor and left the room. I found Cobain sat on the couch with a can of strong bow while he watched a rerun of family guy from last night.

He glanced up at me. "Early for you," He commented as he took a swing from his can.

"Shut up," I rolled my eyes and made my way back to my bedroom.

I shut the door and dried my body before throwing on a plain top and some sweats. It was only 11:23 so I had plenty of time. I took my hair out of the towel it was in before using the hair dryer over it. I straightened it and threw it up into a high pony tail before doing my makeup.

The time was now 12:04 so I got dressed into a pair of ripped skinny jeans and a nice white top with a leather jacket to go with it. I put my nikes on becaue my feet have been hurting from walking too much lately so I didn't want to stress them out by wearing wedges.

I left my room and grabbed a bowel of cereal. I litreally scoffed it down which wasn't really attractive. Cobain walked in and decided to comment making me roll my eyes. "You're such a greedy pig," He said as he walked over to the fridge to grab another can.

"Do you have to comment on everything I do?!" I spat. I'm not in the mood to deal with his bullshit.

Cobain gave me a goofy look. "What's got you in a bad mood?"

"You," I mumbled as my mouth was full of cereal. I watched him open his can. "How many of those have you had?" I asked him pointing at it.

Cobain glanced down at it. "Third, why?" He asked confused.

"You're such an alcoholic," I told him making him huff. He went back into the other room as I went into my room.

I grabbed my bag and left the apartment. I made my way over to elevator and waited impaitaintly. I seem to do that a lot. When the doors opened I jumped in and pressed the button for the ground floor. A woman stepped into the elevator and gave me an amused look. I rolled my eyes. What's up her ass?

I stepped out of the elevator and was greeted by Gill. "Violet and Mrs. Fetcher how are you two doing?" He asked.

"I'm doing wonderfully," The woman I am assuming is named Mrs. Feter replied.

Gill glanced up at me waiting for my response. "Fine," I told him and walked out of the building.

"Her and that boy she's with are no good," I heard Mrs. Fetcher saying to Gill.