Rooftop Boy

Chapter 3

The sound of a loud argument woke me up this late morning. I was a little bitter of the fact that the noise has awakened me up from such a peaceful sleep, one that I haven't been able to have these past few months. But then again, I had also forgotten to set my alarm clock last night, so I guess you can say that the loud screaming and the sound of smashing plates has awaken me up just in time to get ready for school.

While pacing back and forth in my room, I was debating whether I should go down to check what was going on or not. One month. It has been about one month since I've been here and I managed to hide in the shadows, not getting myself tangled in any messes. I promised myself that I wouldn't get myself into any trouble the next couple of months, otherwise my chances of receiving a scholarship can be taken away in a matter of seconds. But the sound of more plates being smashed started to worry me.

I frustratingly groaned as I made my way down stairs into the kitchen where Charlie and Marcus were intensely throwing curse words and threats at each other. Mugs, plates, blows, any type of dishware that Melissa could have had possibly own was most likely on the floor and smashed into a million pieces. Speaking of Melissa, where was she right now? Shouldn't she be doing something about this situation? I mean she was the one who was legally in charge of us.

I awkwardly and loudly cough, with the intention that it would have caught both of their attention since neither of them has noticed my presence in the room. As it was a spell or something, both of their heads snapped towards me in sync. Both of them started observing the room with an expression of shock on both of their faces.

"Look what you've done Marcus! Melissa is going to fucking kill us! Do you honestly want to get kicked out? I'm not going to live in some shithole again because of you!" The volume and aggression in her voice caused me to take a step back. Maybe it wasn't such a great idea for me to get into their mess.

Looking up at the clock that was placed on the yellow painted walls, I realized that I was going to be late. I seriously don't know how I'm going to explain to my moody secretary on how I managed to be on a late start day, especially since I only have afternoon classes this year.

"My fault, are you fucking serious? You know what? Just go fuck yourself Charlie, deal with this whole entire mess yourself." Before I knew it, Marcus spun his heel around and went out the back door, leaving me, Charlie, and this huge mess on the floor all alone. I wanted to say something to Charlie, but it was as awkward as is for the both of us. She stood there with a look of shock spread right across her face. I slowly bent down onto the marble floor and started to pick up the bits and pieces of the shattered pieces of glass.

"What are you doing Christine?" Luke's deep and husky voice echoed into the room. He was all sweaty and shirtless, he was probably out for a run this morning. His eyes wandered around the room before shaking his head in disappointment. He bent down and begun to help me clean up without any further questions. Twenty-minutes had passed and we were nowhere near to being finished from our cleanup. We were both barely halfway through this mess.

Luke gently bumped his shoulder against mine. I turned my attention towards him, mouthing 'what.' His head nodded towards Charlie, who was still standing in the same position, with the exact same look that she had on her face a while ago. I looked back at him and we both had the same look of concern. Luke mouthed back at me, 'go ahead.'

Luke continued to clean up the mess as I made my ways towards her. I wasn't sure how she was going to react. I thought she had already left the room after the fight with Marcus, but instead she was still standing here, exactly like a statue.

I cleared my throat, "Hey Charlie? C'mon let's go outside and talk for a bit. Get you some fresh air." She slowly nodded in agreement. Her fingers were trembling, and she was stumbling as she tried to walk straight ahead. Afraid that she was going to bump into something and hurt herself, I grabbed onto her shoulders for supported and guided her out onto the porch.