Miss Popular

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Once Everett got the call about his Dad, we rushed to the hospital, and apart of me wished I hadn't.

I hated to see his Dad covered in blood, not talking and barely breathing.

What I hated the most was watching Everett break down, cry, and scream.

It only got worst when we found out his Dad was in a coma.

I hated that I couldn't take Mrs. Griffin, Ella, or Ev's pain away.

I stayed at the hospital with Everett until six in the morning until we both mutually decided that I should go home.

He promised me that he would text or call me if anything changed, plus I knew that he had his mom with him.

I took an Uber home, only to find my parents in the living room talking over coffee.

"You'll won't believe who ran Mr. Griffin off the road." My Dad started

I stood in the hallway eavesdropping, which probably wasn't the best thing to do, but I wanted answers.

"Wes, no." My mom said after a few minutes of silence

"No fucking way, Madison did it?" My mom added

That name was practically a forbidden name in the Johnson household. Madison was my Dad's biological mom who apparently abused him and made his life a living hell for a portion of his childhood until his Dad got custody.

I thought she was in jail, but apparently not.

"Yeah, she knows everything. She knows about the kids, Grier's boyfriend, Grier's boyfriend's fucking family, how long before she comes for us?" My Dad spoke

"She's in custody, right?" My mom asked

"Of course. You can tell she's been using again, I saw the mugshot. It's ashame, she used to be pretty, on the outside anyway." My Dad rambled

My mom sighed, "I don't think she's going to be getting out anytime soon and that's what we need right now."

and that was the good news.

I just hope Ev didn't hate me, because it was someone that was related to me by blood that may possibly kill his Dad.

Everett didn't come to school the entire week, which was understandable. I bought over dinner and dessert every day, it was the least I could do. I couldn't bring myself to tell him what I heard, so I didn't.

I don't know why I felt like I had blood on my hands when in reality, I didn't do anything.

I laid in bed all Friday night contemplating life.

Normally on Friday nights, I would be out with my friends.

Everett would be laughing, not crying.

I wouldn't be making casseroles and cookies for his distraught mom.

Nothing was right and I fucking hated it.

Especially the way the media handled it.

Some sources were respectful, some not so much.

That night at eleven when I was fast asleep, I got a call from Everett.

"Hello?" I answered groggily

Please be good news.

"I'm getting a tattoo." Everett spoke

My eyes shot open, "What?"

"Are you drunk?" I asked Everett

"No." He answered

I sat up, "Prove it."

"Um, okay? Your name is Grier, you're my girlfriend." Everett answered