Fractured

Chapter 8

I reach my room and shut the door quietly. I don't want to wake up my

Mother, she's actually acting reasonable.

I walk to my bed and throw myself on it. I'm not tired I just don't have anything else to do so I start counting the tiles on my ceiling when I get to 27 a soft knock interrupts me.

"Come in." I say knowing that Conner is behind my door. My mother would never knock anyways.

The door clicks open and Conner enters my room. He looks at me and takes a seat on the edge of my bed.

"Look I'm sorry about earlier." He says and doesn't let me say anything before he continues "let me make it up to you, how about Dinner?" I'm actually shocked he's apologizing.

The way his lip ring moves when he talks is really distracting. I wonder if it hurt to get a hole drilled threw his lip.

I look up "what makes you think I would want to be seen in public with you." I half tease, half serious my mother would cut my head off if she found out I went with him out in public where everyone could see me. She's always worried about out appearance.

I'm not sure if my brother dying will be enough to change her ways. My gut feeling tells me it will. But I'll have to see it to believe it.

"Well because look at me, I'm smoken." He replies while gesturing his hands up and down his body.

The ego in this one is strong.

"Yeah, whatever I'll go with you. Only because free food doesn't sound half bad. " He's been smiling a lot.

"Well I'll let you get ready."

"Who says I want to change?" I ask looking down at my pajamas.

Maybe I should change.

He just raises his eyebrows

"I'll be downstairs." He says once he realizes he's right. And exits my room.

It takes me a while to actually get out of bed. Cause we beds are really comfy.

I hope we go to Mcdonalds. Not because of there burgers, but because of there smoothies and fries of course.

I could literally eat the same two things everyday for the rest of my life and never get tired of it.

Most girls wouldn't go to a place like McDonalds on a date but I don't really care. When I'm hungry, I'm hungry. Wait is this a date?

I don't even know. Hopefully not. Conner has been really kind lately I'm just not lookng for a relationship right now. Not after Noah.

Noah, the boy who broke my already broken heart. I don't want to think about his right now.

I decide then to get up and get dressed, so I do just that.

Where are we even going? I wish I knew so I could pick my outfit accordingly.

I like to have everything planed out. That's just the way I am. I start to go threw my closet. When I was in highschool I even had my assignments done one week before they where due. Thus leading to me not having hardly any friends.

I had friends that I talked too.

Just not any close friends.

I flip threw yet another hideous floral dress, and decide to go with something causal instead.

I end up picking out a Redwood high sweat shirt and some whitewash jeans.

I walk into my bathroom and frown at my reflection.