Chapter 13

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The next morning I'm woken up by the new found twins is bickering. Don't they ever stop talking. Like what is it that they talk about that never ends. I failed to sleep last night because they wouldn't stop yapping till three in the morning and now this. They're up chatting at seven in the morning. It's like the evil forces just want me cussing at seven in the morning, cause now they're laughing like chickens. That's it!!

"Can you two shut the fuck up, not everyone is a psycho like the two of you and sleeps at three like some witches only to wake up at seven in the morning, like what the fuck do you even talk about!!" They both just stare at me unsure of what to say. I won't lie I do get a little cranky when I don't get enough sleep.

"Um, language!!" Stacy points out, she's always hated the whole idea of using cuss words. That's why when she does use them it would be best to clear the area immediately.

"Language my ass, the only time I want to wake up is an hour before class and if I'm disturbed even once then I swear, I'll destroy the two of you" I say as I lay back on the bed and cover the blanket over my head.

"But-" Now they're in for it, If I don't leave with a fist full of hair then I'm changing my name. I get up with full force ready to strike.

"What!!?" I shout across the room in a sarcastic tone. Now they're just doing it on purpose. I wanted them to get on but if I had known they would get on this well I would have never introduced them. It sounds shady but you're not the one loosing sleep.

"Why won't you just let me sleep, I know you always wanted to kill me but why today, why like this? I'm not asking for much just sleep and you're not even the one who's giving it to me, just let me freaking sleep please" If there's one thing you should never mess with its my sleep, I will insult your entire blood line if I have to.

"Someone's really cranky, it's a beautiful morning stretch your legs a little" Sasha says, she may be bad ass but she says the stupidest things at times.

"Bitch, there's no such thing as a beautiful morning. That shit only happens in movies. Out here there's only a morning, if it's bad, good, beautiful, ugly, or wearing high heels In a black lace dress that's your shit to decide" Sasha gapes at me while Stacy laughs.

"Don't worry about it, she always gets grumpy when she's woken up early in the morning. It's actually funny how she can cuss so much right now but be extremely shy to use even one of the words she's used in the next two hours." Stacy explains nudging Sasha with her elbow.

"If you two woke me up for this you'll regret it" It's ironic how someone smaller than the both of them is threatening them with so much confidence. I must look like a baby chick in their eyes. Well I am slightly taller than Sasha,were almost the same height. But Stacy is way taller than me, her long legs making her look even taller.

"Relax grumpy pants, we woke you up to tell you I'm leaving" oh, I was afraid this moment would come, the moment she has to leave again. It was bad enough the first time.

"Oh" Yeah that's my response, real smooth. I mentally thump the back of my head. Get it together! Easier said than done really. I knew she was gonna leave soon but something's in me was trying to shield the thought from my mind maybe hoping that if I ignore it long enough it'll become non-existent. Guess that's not happening.

"The least you can do is say goodbye you know" she's clearly trying to divert my attention but the thought of her caring so much so I don't feel bad makes the reality of her leaving hurt even more. She always trys to make others feel better even if something's bothering her, even when she's sad she'll try her best to put a smile on your face.

"Yeah I was just about to do that" I feel the tears trying to creep in so I force them back blinking a few times to make them disappear. The last thing this moment needs is tears, we've all shed a bit too many of those these past two days. I can feel Stacy eyeing me all the way from here, obviously noticing my fidgeting as I try to control my emotions.

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