UltraViolet

Chapter 14

The more time went by the more obvious it became that Zac was avoiding me. It was less noticeable to begin with as our school is fairly big and we are in different year groups, so it wasn't uncommon that a few days would go by before I saw him. It became more clear how things were going to be with us from now on when the boys were at the house.

It was like the last couple of weeks hadn't happened and suddenly I was Jacob's annoying sister to him again. As I realised what he was doing, I picked apart our last conversation and the angrier I got.

I'd confided in him secrets that I hadn't even told my best friends and I thought he understood how hard it was for me to talk about those things!

I obviously hadn't made that much of an impact on him though as he felt me easy to forget.

Although Jacob and the boys didn't say anything they must've known something was up. I had started joining in on their practise sessions now, although I was still uncomfortable with the whole thing. During the sessions Zac barely spoke and if he did it wasn't to me. The boys had gotten used to seeing us talking so when our greetings went back to nothing more than a civil hello it was hard to convince myself that they hadn't noticed.

The more time went by the more excuses I would make to avoid hanging out with the boys. I loved being around them and missed how at ease I felt in their company but I didn't trust myself not to make a snarky comment at Zac. Apart from attending practise I would make myself scarce when they were at the house, choosing instead to hole up in my room or gracing Oli and Ella with my presence.

It was the following Saturday when the ever observant Luke decided he was going to bring it up.

I'd foolishly decided that I wanted to spend my weekend slapping paint onto my bedroom walls. I know, this bitch realised her mistake a few hours in.

A few days after being home from America I decided the frilly pink room I grew up in had to go. I mean it was fine, it did me well, but I'd chosen the paint colour when I was 7 and going through my groovy chick stage. She was the Jojo Siwa of her time and I was all for it. Over time her sassy ass had been replaced with decoration that was a bit more age appropriate but the pink and purple walls had stayed. Until now that is.

I knew this day would come, my lazy ass was just putting it off for so long because I knew as soon as I announced my plans, any able helpers would suddenly become busy. Before I could even ask my dad if he would help he announced that he would pay for the paint if I left him alone. It seemed like a fairly good deal to me at the time, at that point I was convinced I'd manage to find someone else to help me and paint wasn't cheap. However, now that it was Saturday and I was helperless I wished I'd pulled out the big guns and offered up myself as company for when he goes to the driving range. Usually when he tried to guilt trip me into going with him I refused. I thought nothing could bore me more to tears than watching someone wack a ball with a stick, but it turns out I've just found it. 

'Paint the walls she said. That's a great idea. Oh yeah dad I don't need any help, I love painting. Stupid idiot.' I mumbled as I slapped my brush against the wall.

It's funny though how in theory you have all these great ideas but as soon as you actually start the manual labour side of it, it quickly goes from enjoyable to my own personal torture. However, I thanked my lucky stars that I didn't have any wall paper up so I could just get straight on with the painting.

The new sophisticated me decided to paint the wall behind my bed a dark grey/blue and make the other walls white. Pinterest made it look perfect, but they don't write in the bloody small print that there is a chance you will loose the will to live if you do it yourself.