The difference between us

(3) Watched

Chapter three

"I always feel like, somebody's watching me."

Stephanie's P.O.V

"Steph, get up," Mom scowled at me as she rubbed my shoulder. Not her again, go away, please! "No," I grumbled under my breath and she let out a few irritated noises before lifting herself off of my bed. She grabbed my pillow from under me, and threw it at my face. I felt it hit my nose, and I forced myself to touch my nose. It actually did hurt.

"If you say no to me one more time I'm throwing water in your face," she smiled innocently, then walked out of my room. Cruel parents. I groaned and rolled off of my bed, and my floor made a thump noise. Was I really that heavy? I rolled around for a couple of seconds until I decided to finally get up.

I stretched, then went to pull the purple drapes that covered my window. The sun was shining and the sky had no clouds in sight, the wind moved the leaves slightly. Beautiful day. Just kidding, I'd rather stay in bed all day. I muttered a few curses before grabbing a pair of green shorts with a white top, and headed into the shower. I let the cold water cool me again to wake me up, and to be less grumpy, then transferred to hot. I stepped out, got dressed, and brushed my hair then headed downstairs. Mom was already cooking breakfast. I never really noticed how nice our kitchen was. It had stainless steel appliances, an island counter, and some kind of wooden railing which divided the kitchen and the living room. Near the railing was steps to walk into the living area. The walls were a bright peach, and throughout the walls utensils for cooking were hung. In the corner of the counter there were cookie jars filled with moms homemade cookies that she usually made since she enjoyed to bake a lot. We never really ate in the dining room. The living room has brown walls, and a very comfy carpet. It sometimes tickles your feet when you walk onto it. There was two brown sofas that were in front of a tv. A table with the DVD player, and a shelf with tons of movies. In the kitchen, Matthew and I usually sat on the stools that were at the island counter. It was pretty nice.

My mom turned around, wearing pink pajama pants and a floral pajama top. She looked in her early thirties although she was 40. She put a blueberry muffin on my plate, which happened to be her speciality. She also handed me a second plate for my pancakes. I began to eat when I heard Matthew stumble down the stairs. He almost fell on his face and I almost choked on my muffin. His hair wasn't brushed and his blue eyes were tired, he had bags underneath his eyes. He strolled towards me and took his seat, putting his head in his hands. "What's wrong Matt, you look like you got hit by a train" I joked. He just glared at me. I guess someone wasn't in the mood to joke around. "I'm not in the mood," he said as kindly as possible. I could tell something is really upsetting him.

"Something wrong, hun?" Mom asked in concern as she set down his food in front of him. "Nah, I'm fine." he said tiredly.

Matt and I ate in silence as mom kept babbling on about taking us shopping on Friday for some more school clothes. I nodded in approval, since I liked shopping. Matt just sat there eating his muffin and not really responding to anything. It was around 7:30 when we had to go. We waved our goodbyes to mom, and got into the car.

Our drive was silent, and once we reached school I hopped out. When Matt came out I grabbed hold of his Tshirt and he looked at me with shock in his aqua eyes. His square shaped jaw clenched.

"What the hell is wrong with you," I scowled at him as I shook him.

"Nothing, why?" he rose his eyebrow. He's trying to make me seem crazy, and It wasn't gonna work. You know why, because that's my thing.

"Don't tell me nothing, you haven't said any obnoxious comments all morning," I blurted out towards him, and he just chuckled. What, this isn't a joke! I groaned and let go of his Tshirt. "I'm just tired Stephy, I've been studying all night," he said sadly as a small smile formed around his lips. "That better be the reason," I grunted and left him standing there.