If only she didn't come over. Then I wouldn't have started talking to him. Then this wouldn't have happened.
Heather came over on Friday, to hang out. That's when I first started talking to him. At first, I just wanted to find out what he was like. To make sure that he was good enough for her. She was always talking about him. He sounded really nice.
"Hey y/n." Says my stepmom. The one time she talks to me, while a friend is over.
"Hi" I say, hoping she won't keep talking to me. I just want to go hang out with Heather. I was really hoping that she wouldn't be home.
"Who's your friend?" She's trying to be nice, but I just want her to leave me alone.
"This is Heather. Heather, this is my stepmom" I introduce them, and start to drag Heather to my room. God, I hate when she tries to act like she is part of my life.
Heather looks at me, "What was that about?" She doesn't get what it's like for me.
"She just tries to act like she's actually part of my life. It's so annoying. I don't get why she acts like that around people." I sigh, frustrated for bringing her over to my dad's house.
"She seemed really nice though. Why don't you like her?" Heather is confused.
"She only acts like that in front of people. She usually doesn't talk to me like, at all. Which I was fine with." I roll my eyes. Some people just don't get it when you have a stepmom that only cares about her own kids. Which can be annoying, but I get it since they wouldn't know.
After that, we went back into the kitchen to get a snack. I try my best to ignore my stepmother. But its hard since every time she tries to talk to me, I have to make conversation with Heather. She kept trying to ask me why I was doing that. She wouldn't get the hint.
Finally, we finished our snacks and went back into my room. I was trying to think of something to do.
"Would you want to like, paint our nails or something? I have a lot of paints to choose from. Some of them are old though because they're my sister's." I don't know why I was babbling.
"Sure." Heather doesn't seem to notice my babbling.
I went upstairs to get the basket full on nail polish. Gosh, it was heavy. Before my stepmom could yell at me for talking stuff my step-sister's room, I ran into my room.
"Here they are. You have a lot to choose from. I kind of like this one." I say, holding up a orange-pastel one.
"Yeah, me too. Could I use that one? Or were you going to?"
"Oh, yeah. I don't really like orange on me. Here." I give her the polish and keep looking for one for me. I finally find a blue-purple one and decide to use that one.
10 minutes later...
Sooo, how's Jack? Do you still like him?" I say, waggling my eyebrows. She blushes.
"He's good, I guess." As she says this, her phone goes off with a Snapchat from "Jack"
"Ohhh, speak of the devil." She blushes and picks up her phone.
"Can I talk to him?" I say, curious.
"Sure. Here." Heather says, giving me her phone.
That's where it all began.
