The Last Cut

Chapter 46

A/N Soo tireddd :/

xXHarperXx = Alice

Me = Dis

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Disarray POV

My eyes widened behind my aviators and I looked up to glare at Alice. She smiled innocently at me and glanced pointedly at Ronnie. Who was starting to get curious about what the commotion was about so I locked my iPhone and put it back in my pocket.

I waited a few agonizing moments until I felt the time was perfect, then I took my hand and swatted the back of her head, hard.

"Ow! You bitch! What was that for?!" She yelled, rubbing the back of her head.

"You know exactly what it was for." I said and took a drink of my orange juice. Its was full of pulp.

I wrinkled my nose in disgust, I'll order a soda when the waitress comes back.

My phone beeped again, I sighed out and grabbed it.

"You havent answered me!! Do u like him??"

-Alice

I bit the inside of my cheek and looked at Alice who looked like she was happy as she could be.

I hit 'reply' and thought about my response.

"idk"

-Me

Brilliant response. A point for me!

Once Alice received the text her eyes glared into me.

"You two okay?" Ron asked us.

"Yep. I'm great." I smirked slightly.

"I still think you are high." Alice told me, crossing her arms over her chest.

"I'm not. I just kinda turned off my emotions. Except for anger. Which is weird, I think, considering that I have slight anger issues." I told her, shrugging.

"Great." She said sarcastically, "You are gunna be an uncaring bitch for a while."

"Well sorry that I don't want anymore emotional pain then I already have." I growled.

"Doesn't mean that you have to be emotionless." She told me angrily.

I rolled my eyes and leaned away from her and closer to someone who isn't being a bitch, meaning Ronnie.

I can't wait to be able to get home. Wait, I need tickets to get home!

I grabbed my phone and dialed my mothers number quickly.

"Hello?" She answered.

"Hey." I said quietly.

"Oh hi honey."

"How is she..?" I asked, not even saying a name, I didn't have to, she knew who I was asking for.

"Okay. We are getting everything planned, chemo treatments and bone marrow aspirations." She sighed out tiredly.

"Does she need bone marrow?" I asked, a plan already in my head.

"Yes."

"Do you think I could be a match if you, dad, and Tiffiany aren't?" I asked anxiously.