At Aunt Amy's

Chapter 11

"Why did you do that?" I breathed.

"As I said: I'll move farther up the social hierarchy," Hazel responded, blankly.

"Why do you want that? Why can't you just have friends like a normal kid?"

"This is how you make friends! I have been studying the mannerisms of kids practically since I was born."

"But why can't you, like, just find a kid who likes the same thing as you and leaves everyone out of it?!"

"Find a kid that also studies other kids? Not very likely."

"You're ten! Why are you studying that in the first place?"

"Because it doesn't come naturally. I had to learn somehow."

"But where's the actual friendship in that? Where's the connection?"

"Connection? How could two people-"

"No! Like Jenna and I!"

"Or like Jenna and Charlie?"

My hands clenched into tight fists. "You know what? You can have your weird methods, just don't rope us into it. We got get trouble or-"

"Oh, Amelia won't suspect a thing! They're not smart enough."

"Believable, but you gotta be more careful!"

"Babe, I'm being as careful as it gets! I soundproofed the whole house!"

I was about to throw another insult at her, but I paused and raised an eyebrow.

"You....soundproofed the whole house?" I asked her.

"Yes," she responded, unimpressed.

"H-how did...in like an...whatever!"

"Admit, you were impressed for a second."

"We're getting off-topic!"

"Damnit, I really had you there," Hazel uttered under breath.

"Just...kick everyone out of the house and get a friend or two! God!"

"Bold of you to assume anyone would want to hang out with me!"

That one...really stung. Hazel glared at me, staring right in the eye. She bit her lip and knit her eyebrows into a scowl.

"At least you could have real friends," She added, growling slightly. With a huge lump in my throat, I backed towards the door. But Hazel sprang up and pushed passed me.

"It's fine. I'll call the party off for you," she grumbled, stomping down the stairs to the living room. I was left, once again, alone in her room.

Why do I keep finding myself EXACTLY like this? I thought, rolling my eyes. I stomped back downstairs, following after her, but not that close behind. Walking through the hallway, my footsteps echoed. Was it really that quiet in there? Even worse, even I entered the living room, all the music was blasting right in my face. Even worse, Hazel flicked all the lights before my eyes were ready.

Turning off the Lil Uzi and the strobes lights, Hazel yelled, "Okay! Everybody out"

This was led to a lot of groans and sighs, but most of the party complied. A huge clump of people all marched straight up to the door as I watched from the stairs. Hazel ushered everyone out one by one. "Bye, bye, bye...Mary! Off the ceiling! Bye, Bye..."

"I don't have a ride home...." One poor girl mumbled.

"Walk home. Bye, bye..."

Once everyone was (somewhat forcibly) out of the house, Hazel locked the door, turned around, and raised an eyebrow at me.

"Happy?" She asked.

The next morning, I saw Jenna on the bus. However, we didn't speak a word to each other. It wasn't that we were angry at each other; we left on good terms. But I didn't feel like speaking up and Jenna had the same idea. I concluded that after the night before, there was nothing left to say.

When we got to school, Jenna looked in her backpack and pulled out her phone. "Damnit. Forgot to charge it."

"That sucks, babe," I responded, a little deadpan. Just then, Charlie walked past, bumping Jenna with her hip as she walked by.

"Ya like that?" Charlie whispered as she pranced away from us. Right then and there, I wanted to kick that little bitch's ass.

Similar events happened throughout the day. In bio, when she had to stand up and announce she needed to pee, Charlie swung her non-existent hips the whole walk up. She did the same when she walked back to her feet. When Jenna glanced at her, a little bit disgusted, Charlie whispered, "Ya like what ya see. I could tell."

During the next block, Charlie kept on eyeing us. Like, she didn't act upon it, but she was always looking from her Chromebook...to us, then to her Chromebook...to us, then to her Chromebook...then to us, then down at her feet. It was for the shortest amount of time, but I always managed to catch it. Even if Jenna didn't. And about twenty minutes into the ordeal, I didn't hesitate to glare back. She'd roll her eyes, cringe up her face, and play the victim. And once I thought she was finished, she started doing it again.

Lunch was our sweet escape. From Charlie, that is. Every other person called, "Nice party last Friday!" or "Your sis is awesome!" or "Hazel was a whole mood." Hell, some of the people who approached probably weren't even at the party! That or way more people could fit in my living room than I expected. Most of the people who came up to me I'd never seen in my life either. Not to mention half were older than me! How the hell did she even contact them...I thought. Nevertheless, they expressed their gratitude, telling me to thank my sister.

Health class (I refuse to call it family life) brought about a lot of boring droning from our teacher, but Charlie did constantly asked stupid questions and drag on the conversation. None were too bad except one that made me want to tear her throat out.

"Um, Mr.Teacher?" she asked, snapping her jaw. "Are we gonna learn about...gays and stuff?"

"I-I dunno...I don't think that's in the curriculum. Like, did it say it er..." the gym teacher (refuse to call him a gym teacher) droned on. But she had the audacity to stand up, look directly at Jenna, and announce, "Good."

Now, I know that on any other planet a comment like that wouldn't be as bad.

But to say it!

Right to Jenna!

In front of the class!

After everything, she's been through!

After abandoning her!

And after resurrecting it for your entertainment!

I wanted to punch that girl square in the nose and break it.

I wanted to kick her ass.

I wanted to beat her to a pulp and never see her again.

But sadly, health class had to continue, and all I could do was grit my teeth and glare down at my fists. Is it really that illegal to murder someone if they deserve it? I pondered for a while. When I glanced up at Jenna, my heart broke in two. She wasn't angry like I was. She bit her lip and rested her cheeks in her palms. She stared down at the table with her eyebrows knit, as if this wasn't the first time.

I had only one thought in my head: I'm getting her back.