Dabbling in Danger

Shit Luck

I fucking hate my hair, because I can never keep it in it's style a whole day.

I fucking hate my backpack because the zipper keeps getting stuck.

I fucking hate my school, I don't have any friends.

I fucking hate my sister, she's a god damn drunk.

I fucking hate Adeen since he can be nothing but an asshole who lives on the God damn other side of civilization away from everyone I care about.

And I fucking hate with all my heart being a girl because my period just started.

Sitting on the toilet, I groan and kick the trash can next to me. Grumbling, I yank at the toilet paper, wad some up and position it on my panties. 

I really hope I have some tampons or at least a pad somewhere.

After scrounging around for a good little while, I realize I don't have either. So here I stand knocking on the closed door of what I think might be their bedroom.

"What?!" yells Tiana from a door down.

I roll my eyes and barge into the room and god damn is it beautiful in here. I walk across their lush carpet up to the huge bed and see Tiana's out of it again.

"I need some tampons," I announce feeling miffed.

She raises her head from the mass amount of pillows and squints at me, "what for?" she slurs.

"Cuz my period's on, the fuck?!" I exclaim.

She mumbles some incoherent garbage so I throw a pillow at her face and stomp into the bathroom.

"I know you've got some in here somewhere," I grumble.

There's more than enough cabinets in here and that pisses me off too. As I got through one then another and another I slam the doors shut harder than the last.

Clenching my teeth I yell to myself, "why are there so many god damn cabinets in here? Honestly, how many fucking cabinets do they need?!"

"What are you doing?" Adeen's husky voice asks from behind me.

Spooked, my arms flail and I make a box of alcohol pads and a thing of setting powder explode as it crashes to the floor.

"Jesus Christ! Can you stop sneaking up on people?" I yell

I'm so frustrated I want to cry. I refuse to clean this shit up. Why's he always doing that?

Adeen appears amused as he folds his arms to his chest and peers at me from the threshold.

"You do know, you're in my bathroom, right?" he asks coolly.

I groan again and shake my head at the mess at my feet. Fuck it, I'm over it. I step over the cotton balls and powder and push past him stomping out of his room and down the hallway.

"Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you," I spit under my breath.

He never says anything else, but I feel him walking behind me. Once I get to 'my side' of the house I stop in my tracks in the middle of the living room.

"What?" I snipe.

He looks even more amused, raising an eyebrow at me and a slight smile playing on his lips.

"What's the problem?" he asks.

I scoff and look at him in disbelief. Does he really want me to tell him? Does he really want to know about the blood gushing out of me?

He takes a few steps towards me, "well?"

"I'm on my period," I snap.

He doesn't blink, "okay, and?"

I suddenly feel stupid. Dealing with immature boys my age all the time I'm so used to guys turning their nose up at the mention of bloating and bleeding.

He studies me for a second and hesitantly asks, "are you... In need of feminine products?"

I nod feeling too idiotic to say anything else. He nods too and tells me he'll run to the store, no problem at all. He even asks if I'd like anything else, I tell him no and he leaves.

"Guess he's not always an asshole," I mumble and head upstairs to lay across my bed.

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I doze off but jump awake when a tapping sounds on my door. I clear my throat, get out of bed and go over to the door pulling it open. Adeen stands in front of me with two grocery bags pushing them out towards me.

I take them from him, "um, thanks. All I needed were tampons though..."

He scratches at his beard, "I guess I got a little carried away. If you don't need something just put it back in the bag and leave it on the counter downstairs."

I bite my lip and nod, he nods too then starts down the stairs. I poke my head out the door to say thank you again.

He flashes a full bright smile at me, "of course."

My heart stops.