hotel ceiling ✔ randy

chapter one

Hi, my name's Andy Fowler. I'm 19 years old and I hate everything.

I work at a coffee shop round the corner of my house. I live with my alcoholic parents. I have no siblings, no pets, and no friends.

I mean, sometimes it's better to be lonely. That way, no one can hurt you.

But when I'm at work, it's a whole other story.

This one boy called Rye Beaumont likes to make my life a living hell. He always makes fun of me and picks on me. Sounds stupid but sometimes his words hit really close to home.

He's from an 'upper class' family. His parents have tons of money because they own some sort of business. I don't know much because I don't really care.

I don't know anything about Rye to be honest, apart from the fact he's a complete asshole. I hate him with a passion. Always have, always will.

He always hangs out with two boys, called Robbie and Ben. I've heard that Robbie is his older brother.
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"Here's your coffee, ma'am. Have a lovely day." I smiled as I handed the lady her hot beverage. The woman nodded as a thanks and made her way towards the door. As she walked out, three boys walked in, and I sighed.

"Hello, Fowler." Rye smirked, sliding up the counter.

"Hello, how can I help you?" I asked.

"You can help me by getting the fuck out of here." He sneered and I rolled my eyes.

"Well the thing is I kind of work here... so yeah." I mumbled.

"I want a tea." He snapped and slid the money over. I placed the money in the cash register and started making his tea.

"Here you go." I said, pushing the little mug over to him. He nodded, without an insult (for once), and took it over to a table. I breathed heavily and helped the next customer.
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It was finally time for me to go home. I hung up my apron and pulled on my hoodie. I said goodbye to my fellow co-workers and made my way home.

I quietly opened my front door and slipped inside. I closed it slowly and carefully removed my shoes. I could hear the tv. I tip-toed up the stairs and peered down into the living room through the railing. My dad was passed out and my mum was just about ready to do the same. I sighed contently and made my way to my room.

I changed into some joggers and crept into bed. I was just about to fall asleep when my phone flashed. Groaning, i picked it up and checked it. It was an Instagram notification.
rye.beaumxnt: sup
Shocked, I read the notification over and over.
andy_fowler: the fuck do you want?
rye.beaumxnt: wow rood much

I rolled my eyes and switched off my phone.

Why the hell is Rye texting me? We're supposed to be enemies. He's probably expecting me to respond so he can throw more insults at me. I know your little tricks, Beaumont. And I'm not going to fall for them.