Riot (ON HOLD)

Chapter 3

Mornings are horrible. It will be a huge bliss to sleep for as long as you want.

The first thing I heard was the banging on the door.

"Please no." I mumbled into my pillow.

The banging got louder and more intense as if the person really wanted to break down the door.

"Go away!" I yelled.

"Listen, if you don't open this door right now imma use my ninja skills and break it down!" Mia.

Unhappily, I left my soft bed and and padded to the door. Yes. Padded. I'm in no mood to walk. I opened it to see Mia in a karate pose with Anastasia a safe distance behind.

"Yay! You opened the door." Mia hugged me.

"Good. I was about to run away when Mia started to pose." Anastasia sighed and walked in. "What the hell. You're a mess."

Yes. I am. My room was currently in a standstill between trashed and 'a hurricane flew in here.'

"Jaimie." Mia said and I turned to look at her. "Smile."

I smiled then she grinned and started to squeal.

"Cause were going to Paris!!!"

"Well. I'm going to miss you guys." I hugged them.

"Um, Jaimie. I mean all of us." Mia said and it sank in.

"What?! Guys! Come one! I just had the worst wedding ever and you want to take me to the city of love! Are you crazy?!"

"Paris technically isn't the city of love. That's Russia." Anastasia said.

"No it's Paris." Mia retorted.

"Who cares?!" I yelled. "I'm not going."

"You need to move on. Jason was a dick." I cringed at her use of language.

"Jaimie." That wasn't Mia. Or Anastasia. That was... Jason?

I spun around. Trust my stupid friends to leave the door open.

"What do you want?" I grit my teeth.

"She doesn't want you here." My friends backed me up.

Well Mia said ' She dosent want you here' and Anastasia said 'yeah.'.

"Jaimie can we talk?" He said.

"Whatever you want to say, say it here."

"Okay." He stared at me. "You still want me."

Oh my gosh, this guy has got a huge ego.

"What?" I said.

"You do. That dress you wore for the after party, that was just you trying to get my attention." He picked up an ornament from my table and played with it.

He's pitiful.

"But it's okay. I understand. I'm a piece of honey. You don't have to be embarrassed."

"Listen here you dick." I snapped, "I don't know who you think you are but I would rather eat my head of than want you. I seriously pity my sister and I bet she's only with you because she is pregnant-"

"She's not pregnant."

"What?" The three of us chorused.

"The pregnancy was fake. I've got no reason to be bound to her. But I'll rather be than be bound to her than an ungrateful slut like you."

"Ungrateful? Slut?"

"And no matter how hard you try not to admit it you will stay here, unable to move on and you will continue to love me."

"Well, sorry to break that lie going on in your head but," I picked up the flight tickets from Mia's hand. "I'm going to Paris in a few hours to find myself some hot boys that will actually be worth my time."

"You'll never find someone like me." He snarled.

"That's the point." I retorted.

There were cries of 'ooh' and 'you gotta put some ice on that burn' from my friends.

"Bad mistake Jai. Bad mistake." He threw my ornament on the floor and broke it.

"Do you guys hear something?" I asked my friends.

"I kinda hear a fly." Anastasia said.

"More like I hear an asshole tryna speak." Mia finished. "He shouldn't. That space is for dicks only."

He snarled then walked out.

"So, were going to Paris?" Mia asked.

"No." I went back to my bed.

"Come on. Please please please please..." Mia started and Anastasia joined her in saying 'please'

"Fine!" I yelled.

"Yay!" They squealed.

Jeez, sometimes it was hard to believe that Mia was 25. At least Ana has an excuse, she's seventeen.