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Diana was a slut, and she wasn't afraid to admit that fact. The term slut was coined for her after she started going under numerous amounts of boys. The reason behind her change of personality was simple; she was publicly rejected...
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Diana woke with her curtains still open and her window slightly open, the sound of the traffic filling up her room and light flooding it. She could hear the shower in the background and did her best to snuggle into her bedsheets, trying to cover up the sound of the noise she wanted to ignore. Her eyes flicker to a clock saying it was just after seven, slightly annoyed she had woken up so early.
Unable to get back to sleep, she moved to the window and shut it, blocking the rush hour traffic, which had just begun. She could hear Tommy and Jack talking to one another, but the contents of the conversation were muffled. She knew her brother would be off to work soon, and she wished to apologise to Jack for her actions the previous night slightly. She had managed to go forty-eight hours without crying, which had to be something. He was right that throwing herself at guys was terrible, but she couldn't help it because her everyday mood was on the shitty side. Sex made her happy even if they fell out was awful. Diana had always believed that the rush of hormones you got while doing incredible things bean the bedsheets were enough to put a bandaid on any pain she was currently feeling, and that was all that mattered.
She lay there for what seemed like the entirety, waiting for her brother and Sophie to make their way to work so she could talk to Jack. When she heard that front door slam shut, she got to her feet and wandered into the room to make herself a cup of coffee. Jack was doing press-ups, which is what he did every day the moment he woke up. Diana tried to look at him, but it was a little amusing watching him going up and down every so often and throwing in a clap every fourth press-up. Diana perched upon the counter, looking down at him and taking a sip of her coffee. Jack did two hundred press-ups, and Diana turned around, luring him a cup of coffee, and held it out for him. He walked over, took the mug from her arms, and pushed himself onto the counter using one arm. He didn't say anything, his breathing was a little tired, but he could still control it after only a short time.
"Did you sleep okay?" Diana nods, putting her mug to her lips and taking a large gulp of liquid. "How are you feeling?" He says his eyes are upon her face, but she does her best not to look at him and instead focuses on the small TV opposite her, which she can see over the sofa Jack had been sleeping on.
"Jack, just stop it." She replies, annoyed by his positive attitude towards her. Jack wasn't surprised by her cold hearty attitude. It was something she had been doing ever since her parents had died. She had never entirely accepted the death, and she soon after spiralled out of control, a spiral she hadn't gotten out of yet. Jack carried on looking at her. It was a little of the creepy side of things. "Jack, I wanted to apologise to you, but you are making it on the frustrating side of things." He laughs at this comment but takes another sip of his coffee.
