Tuesday "ALEXANDER I'M GOING TO BE LATE FOR SCHOOL YOU DIPSHIT!" I chased him around the house.
All this for my stupid phone. It's too damn early.
"Watch your language Ava!" I heard my mom call from the kitchen.
"TELL HIM TO GIVE ME MY PHONE!"
He ran out to the pool and held it over the water. He better not. "Alex if you drop it."
"Then tell me where you were at 2am last night!" He yelled back.
I sighed. "It doesn't matter. I need my phone Li-Alex."
"You were with Liam weren't you! You can't date my best friend." He groaned and threw my phone at me, I barely caught it.
"We're not dating dumbass, now get ready you're still in your frickin boxers." I turned around and went inside to the kitchen.
"Maybe you should change as well! Not your best clothing choice." I heard him say as I walked to the kitchen.
I stopped and looked down at what I was wearing. I don't know what he's talking about, I look fine.
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Ava's Outfit^
"Ava, come here." I heard my mom call. I walked into the kitchen. "Hey mom."
"I don't want you boxing anymore." She said, getting straight to the point.
"Didn't we already have this conversation at the table?" I grabbed a banana.
"I don't want you getting hurt. That's a very dangerous sport especially when a male is training you. He could have a bad day and not mean to hurt you but he does." She looked at me like she was actually concerned.
But I knew better.
"I like this sport, the only problem is that you don't like it. It's not feminine enough. You don't wear pretty outfits in this sport. That's why you don't like it." I crossed my arms.
"The only way you do boxing is if you do ballet as well."
Ha, little did she know I was already doing that. But I wasn't going to let her know that.
"I will do boxing." I said aggressively.
She laughed. "I don't know who you're talking to."
"You! I'm talking to you. I'm doing boxing and you're not going to stop me." I challenged her.
She pulled up my gloves from somewhere under the island. I saw take out a butchers knife and stab it into my gloves.
She's murdering my gloves.
"MOM!" I screeched.
"You want to be defiant and disrespectful? I can do the same thing Ava."
I felt tears well up in my eyes. If these were random gloves I would just laugh and just buy new ones.
