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13-Alex-More Nope

Chapter thirteen, they where on the wrong team

      The next day I woke up at eight in the morning. Only 6 hours of sleep, but I just can't face Lily. Not yet. Maybe on Instagram when I'm off in England. Yep. Wait... Okay I'm still not comfortable with the whole moving to England, but here I am at eight in the freaking morning to go get boxes for this. I have at least three hours until Lily is awake, so I should be good.

     I opened my closet and stared at the clothes options.. Nothing really. I forgot lily had taken most everything and washed it. I slowly crept out of my room and saw a basket at the bottom of the stairs with my Hollywood undead tee on the top. I tiptoed to the bottom step, hoping not to wake her, and grabbed it.

   "Lauren I don't know, I really don't want her in the house" "Kick her out! Its not like she really has a purpose" I heard my now ex-friends in the kitchen. I quickly  -but still quietly- ran back to my room with the basket.  If there was any doubt about moving out, that's all gone now. I threw the contents onto my bed and nearly screamed when I saw the MCR hoodie Oli "gave" me. No no no no no nooo!!

    The whole sweater was almost  completely shredded.. I looked at the rest of the clothes on my bed and realized most all of them were. What happened to fair play? This is too much to handle. I literally cannot even right now. Legit, that fight was petty and I probably wouldn't have even gone through with the move out! I'm a very forgiving person most of the time and I'd move on in a day or so but this is unacceptable. This is war now. This will go down in flames and I will be on the winning side so help me Chuck.

      I looked at my sweater and nearly cried.  This is fine.. Just breathe.  I reached for my phone to try and call Oli then I realized it was dead. I sighed and put it on the charger.  I stared at my favourite piece of clothing and felt a tear roll down my face. I just.. I'm losing my head. I heard footsteps coming up the stairs and panicked even more than I already was. Okay okay..this isn't hard. I opened the window (hoping they'd think I left through it) and then crammed into my closet.

     A few seconds later I could here my door slam open. I'm not sure what the intentions were but I don't care, I'm hiding. "Where the hell is she" I heard who I'm going to presume is Lauren saying. "I don't know but I want her out" I heard lily. They left a little after that, but I stayed in my closet. So I'm not even wanted am I? I guess this move just has to happen. I sighed and got out of the closet (ha, I'm coming out, again).

    I walked to my door and actually locked it.. I forgot it did that. So.. what am I going to do about my hoodie? I hate her so much for doing this to me. Like, I can take the fighting and stuff but making me move out. I don't want to, because we're supposed to be inseparable, but.. not anymore I guess.

     I sat on my bed and looked at my things. All of it.. it's all memories. I don't really even want most of it. It mostly doesn't mean anything to me, at least not anymore. I guess if I wanted I could just throw it all away but for some reason I can't. Because whether a memory is good or bad it's part of my history. I guess it doesn't matter anymore, though, does it?

      I held the sweater in my arms. I can't let it die, that I can't do. Cut it even more so it looks like a crappy fashion statement I can do. I grabbed my pocket knife from the bean bag and started cutting it. Because it is way to comfortable to not try and save, and Oli gave it me so that's sentimental value right there. In the end I cut the sleeves to T-shirt length and took like 5 inches off the bottom. The small rips and tears that I couldn't remove kinda looked nice, so I left them.

     My phone finally turned on and went berserk with notifications. I had at least 20 missed calls and just an Alexander Spamilton of texts. The only thing I could think was: my nudes have leaked. I unlocked my phone and went to my texts with Oli. Surely I should text him first in all of this. "Babe don't go online. Hurry pack your things and get here ASAP" I raised an eyebrow but went with it. I turned off my Wi-Fi and push notifications for all my social media.