Love hates.

Chapter 7

About a week past by since we reunited with the Pitch family again.
I was pretty glad that me and Alex haven't spoke since that day I went to go get my drivers license, because that means less headaches for me.

Sure my mom and Mrs. Pitch still talked. Everyday actually but I didn't mind them still being friends. Just as long, they didn't force me to be friends with Alex.

School remained the same. Except for Valerie getting her car back. I don't think I ever went in full details about why she got her car tooken away but Valerie is Valerie. She was caught sneaking out to go to a party and her parents saw her but couldn't catch her so they waited for Valerie to comeback. But Valerie didn't come back until 8 in the morning all wasted. And I guess you can figure out what happened.

Then as punishment they took her car away for a year until now.
Valerie is a full on bad girl although she does show her soft side with me. Scratch that, she's a big softie she just hides it from everyone else. She doesn't care about what people say about her and she does what she wants to do.

When we were in 6th grade she was a full on nerd. She had small little square frames glasses, and chestnut brown hair she braided. She was the shyest person I've met. I remember she was getting bullied by Jason backwater, the schools bully (even to this day.) . I pulled myself together, and for once decided not to watch her get bullied. I went up to him opened my water bottle and poured it all over him. He gave me a death glare then started yelling at me, but I didn't back down. I took a step closer and told him to stop because I made up that I had a dad that was a cop that works in the school monitoring kids. He actually believed me and said "whatever" and walked away not wanting to get involved with the police.

Then from there I told Valerie if someone ever gave her trouble to come to me. Then as time went by I started to get to know her better and realized she wasn't shy at all she was a full-out outgoing person.

Then in 8th grade she finally ditched the braids and eventually got contacts. By the time she was a sophomore her cousin introduced her to some total bad girls and died her hair a dark velvet red and started wearing the most rebellious outfits that looked absolutely stunning on her.

And well me, I don't know how to describe myself. I've never been able to label myself or think I'm some type of way. I've always had trouble with that.

I was brought back to reality by a loud knock on the door.

I turned my attention to the door in my room that was being knocked on. I was in my bed sheets cuddling with them while listening to music and singing along to them.

"Malerie?!" my mom said knocking harder. I was brought back to attention as I realized I was ignoring my mom. I paused my music.

"Yeah?" I called out still wrapped in my bed sheets.

"Are you are in your bed sheets?" She said from the other side of the door.

"Yeah.."

"How many times have I told you that you need to break that habit." She said in a stern voice, I could imagine her shaking her head.

I rolled my eyes. My mom always making are conversation with a serious tone. Always giving me hints that she expects me to be a hardworking non-lazy person, like her.

"Mhmm" I said rolling my eyes more dramatically and rolling over to the side away from the door.
She sighed worryingly "Anyways, Malerie you need to get ready."

"Get ready for what?" I asked confused and lazily.

She sighed once again. "Malerie this really makes me question if you ever really do listen to me." she said. "Open this door."