Subject To Change

Chapter 2

N.B. there has been a little change in chapter 1. She didn't sell her parents house, she just let it be and bought a smaller house for her and her sister.

*Flashback*
"Daddy this swing is too low. I don't like it."
"Sometimes we don't always get what we want," he answered as he gestured to the higher swings that were already taken by other kids. "If you want the best, you're just going to have to play it smarter than everyone else." He winked and pushed the swing a little higher.
*End of Flashback*

My sister was in her room, mad at me for showing up before her crush finished his Basketball training. I rolled my eyes again as I thought of it.
I'm pretty sure I was never like this, I didn't have a crush on him. He had a crush on me. You're probably confused. In due time,you'll know. I sighed and finished cutting up chicken strips for the green salad Paige was supposed to have been making.
I turned as I heard her bedroom door open behind me and she made her way to me.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to get you in your feelings." She said sarcastically.
I threw a glare in her direction. "I have bigger problems, bigger than your obsession with a boy." I retorted.
She snorted, "Save it. I need your help anyway. Please."
"What did he say?" I asked but she was quiet. "I know how hard it is for you to swallow your pride and come running back to me. You don't have to, you know."
She glared at me and flipped up her middle finger. "You're an ass."
"Thanks," I replied. "While you're here, you can actually do your job," I said and pushed the cutting board towards her.
"No problem."
That was one thing I could respect my sister for. She wasn't girly and shit. She could get shit done when it needed to be done.
"So uhm, he wants to take me out on a date..."
"What?!"I literally shouted. I should probably not do that... "Woah ok, hold up. How long have you known him?"
"How long he was my crush or how long we have been talking?"
"Talking dumbass."
She full out blushed before telling me they had been talking for about 8 months.
I was quiet for a while. Is this good thing? What if he's just playing her. I chewed on my lip for a minute. "How do you know he's not playing you?"
"Well, he hasn't asked for nudes. Ever. 2. He legit hasn't been talking to other girls. 3. He was extremely nervous. 4. I have met his mom. That counts for something right?"
I nodded slowly. I guess.
"Look, if he plays me I have you. At least I'll have someone. You don't have to be scared for me cause of what happened to you. I'm not saying this to make you back off. I just want you to believe in this ok? I have a good feeling about it. And you know how rare that is."
She smiled at me and I saw the pity in her eyes.

I. Don't. Appreciate. Pity.
"Don't fucking pity me!" I fumed and threw the knife I had been using for the onions on the floor and walked out, locking myself in my room.
I paced around the room for about 20 minutes, pinching myself, pulling at my skin, doing anything to hurt myself with only my hands until I had calmed down, managing to avoid the oncoming panic attack by a very little bit.
Clearly,I didn't want to hurt myself otherwise I could have punched a wall or something. Hurting myself wasn't something I was comfortable with anymore. Ever since I stopped, the thought of it disgusted me.
I sighed and sat on my bed, playing with my hands in my lap. She knew better than to try to talk to me and I respected that she left me alone. After last year, we weren't as close. Who am I kidding? We were never close. I was forever mourning our parents. She barely knew them and her idea of what happened to them is a lie. Full out lie. Our aunt had to lie to her as she was young, leaving me with the responsibility to tell her what really happened and that I still haven't done. I want her to ask, I mean, who wants to be forced to hear about how their parents died? I put my head on my pillow and let the tears run.

Right. Probably shouldn't have gone that far with my thoughts.

My phone vibrated in my pocket and I took it out, seeing the text from an unknown number. I pouted. 'Who's this?'
The text was read as soon as it was delivered so I figured I'd just not put it back in my pocket anyway.
'Anonymous?'
I groaned.
'I won't talk to you.'
'Doesn't hurt to try.' The person replied.
'I mean it. I'll end this conversation now. Have a good night.'
I put my phone back into my sweatpants pocket and realised that I had stopped crying. I sat up and wiped the tears away with the sleeve of my hoodie just as another text came in. I rolled my eyes.
'Fine, it's Dan.'
Where did he get my number?
'I don't keep the drugs.' I typed in quickly.
'I'm not interested in the drugs. It's you I'm interested in.'
I reread the text and snorted. I didn't have time for this.
But the truth is, that's all
I want in life. Never in my life has someone been interested in me. Let alone saw me. I was always seen as the girl with whatever problems people could come up with.
Why did I ignore him? I can't open up.
I did it once, got hurt,I don't want to do that again.

I rolled myself into a ball on my bed, trying very carefully to avoid a panic attack. How? Idk. Hope?

Another vibration, another text. But I wouldn't open it.
I let myself drift off to sleep, slowly but surely ignoring the empty feeling that was building up in my stomach.

A/N
I made this chapter longer than the last one and I think I'll stick to longer chapters. I'm currently working on the cast list and building up character profiles.
I hope you enjoyed this chapter, another one will be out in about a week.
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