It Will Rain

The Shiva

H.G. Pov

 

Two weeks have passed and every day was the same.

-wake up

-eat breakfast

-get dressed

-go to work

-come home

-eat dinner

-go to sleep

-wake up and do it again

I work from 5:30am to 9:30pm each day, about 16 hours a day. It wasn’t that much for the first week, but I begged Luke for more hours. He eventually gave me them, adding on more work for me to do. I had met Connie, a short brunette punk girl who didn’t talk much, but she was nice. We gave each other space and it works for the both of us.

I have a month and a half left until I start college and I want to make as much money as I can until then. I still have books to buy, and I want to try and get a phone too. I also want to send home some money for my mom, she deserves it more than anything.

So, yeah I had a lot on my plate.                              

I got up, ready to start another day of work. As I was cooking some eggs, I hear a knock on my door. Twisting the knob, I turn off the stove and open the door.

“Heyyy Hamiltoe.”

Jack walks right into my apartment, not even asking to come in.

“Its Hamilton,” I state, crossing my arms around my chest but not having enough courage to tell him to get out.

“Whatever. Oo are those eggs?”

He starts opening cupboards, most likely looking for a plate.                                   

“Ye-yeah. For my-y breakfas-ast.”

He looks at me and bursts out laughing.

“What are you gonna do? Stutter at me until I stop eating them?”

I shake my head, deciding to let it go. Ill just skip breakfast today, even though I know I won’t be able to eat until later tonight.

“Dude, I'm kidding. Stand up for yourself.” Jack raises his eyebrow at me.

I just shrug, grabbing a plate out of the cabinet and pouring the eggs onto them.

Jack hops onto the counter, swinging his legs that almost touch the ground.

“What are you doing today?”

“I have work.” My words come out muffled from the food in my mouth.  They would have anyways to be honest.

“You have work everyday.”

“Uhhuh.”

He shakes his head and gets up to leave.

“Oh, by the way, I'm having a party tonight. So if it gets too loud don't call the cops or anything.”

It sounded more like a threat than anything, so I just murmur a yeah.

“And, if you're not too busy with work, I guess you can come.”

He heads out.

There’s no way I'm going.

 

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I get home at 9:45, and am dead tired. All I want to do is fall in bed and sleep. But as I unlocked my door, Jack had other plans.

“Hammy,” he calls out, and I groan inwardly.

“Huh?”

“Remember my party?”

I swing around, desperately wanting to turn the other way and run into my apartment, but I don't.

“Yeah, well, you see, uh, tired, yeah, and sleep?”

“You can sleep later man, come on it.”

He opens his door wide, and I see and hear all the people in there. I drag my feet as I walk into the dark, smelly apartment. People were everywhere, girls with their boobs hanging out, guys with no shirts on.

Jack shouts in my ear, and practically carries me through the crowd. We end up in the kitchen, and he hands me a beer.

“No thanks, I don't drink.”

“Well, now you do.”

He forces the beer into my mouth, and it spills all down my chest. I choke and spit, and Jack laughs at me. He grabs my shirt and starts pulling it over my shoulders.

“What-er a doin?” My voice is hoarse and I stumble through the words.

“Your shirt is all wet, its gonna get you all sticky and gross.”

“Its ok, Ill just head home.” thanking god for an excuse.

“No, no, its fine, you can come borrow one of mine.”

He drags me to his bedroom, demanding that I take off my shirt. I do as he says, the quicker I do the quicker I can get out of here. Jack rummages through his closet, which is a mess. He pulls out a shirt, sniffs it, then smiles. Turning around, he’s just about to hand it to me when he stops.

“Woah, Hamilton.”

I suddenly felt self conscious.

“What?”

“You're ripped. For someone so nerdy, its shocking.”

“Oh.”

I didn't know what to say. I don't work out, but I guess I was kinda toned. Jack walked closer to me, and placed a cold hand on my stomach. I tensed up, and Jack laughed. His face got close, very close to mine. Jack’s breath smelled like booze, grossing me out.

“Um, Ja-jack.”

I nervously pulled away from him, but he gripped my waist, not letting go.

“Just relax,” he whispers as his lips move dangerously close to mine.

 

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I think I'm gonna update all my stories and leave them with a cliffhanger where they’re right bout to fuck idk I'm mean.  

What do you think?

Have you seen Hayes’s video? He was so fucking high in it.

I mean, “That lens cap sees right into my soul”

Come on, code for I just smoked a big ass blunt with Nash and Cam.

Ya.

idk

I can't wait for christmas. I'm getting an Ipod gen 5 wooo. I'm so excited. I know everything else i'm getting too. and what my whole family is getting. I guess my mom thinks i'm too old for christmas or summthin idk, but I helped wrap all the christmas presents so I know EVERYTHING.

SANTA AIN'T GOT NUTHIN ON ME OOOOO

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