"Talking"
'Thoughts' or anything that is written in cursive form.
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I closed the door of my room and let out a tired sigh. Seriously, those two never learn how to act like a freaking adult for once. Always on each other's throats like some damn kids, so freaking annoying. God, just thinking about them only made my headache worse.
I let out a sigh once again, to ease the tension and weariness out of my body before slowly trudging towards the bathroom and went straight to the sink. I look up to the mirror and sighed once again. God, I look like shit. My hair black looks matted and was sticking out everywhere. My once blue eyes are now dull and tired with ever-so-familiar dark circles under them. Hello, eyebags my old friend. My lips were pale and chapped and bruised.
'I look like a freaking zombie.'—I inwardly snorted mirthlessly as I took my shirt off and stared at my reflection once again. I can't help but let a groan in annoyance and frustration. I didn't notice it yesterday (because of some certain people) but my body hurts so much. No wonder, I felt tired more than usual. My body looks like a canvas, painted with cuts and bruises. Now I look like a zombie.
Those assholes really did shit on me yesterday.
I tentatively poked one of my fresh bruises on my chest and let out a hiss. Dang, that hurt like a bitch. Well, considering the beating I took before beating the hell out of them, it was surely expected but not welcome.
"Hiding this will be such a pain, ugh," I groaned, pinching my nose in annoyance. Just imagining those people's reactions is soooo gonna be a pain. Damn it.
I sighed for the umpteenth time and went straight to the shower. I took my remaining clothes off and turn the shower on. I let out a sigh of relief, feeling the warm water soothe my tensed and bruised body. I flexed my neck to the side, almost moaning in delight at the warm feeling of the water.
That feels so good.
As the warm water slowly trickled down from my head, down towards my body, I shuddered in delight and closed my eyes. I lightly bit my button lip as pants and moans came out of my mouth.
Fuck. So what if I had a very sensitive head? To the point, a small shower can turn me on. Sue me.
I hurriedly washed my hair and body as I felt my little problem down there was slowly turning bigger. I clicked my tongue in annoyance.
Damn teenage hormones.
I shut off the shower and grabbed a fluffy towel from the rack and hastily wrap it on my waist. I crouched down as I cover my face in shame, blushing madly.
This is why I don't shower in our school!
"Snow! The bus is almost here, you're gonna be late at this rate!" I heard my dad bellowed downstairs.
"C-coming!" came my reply, my voice cracking a little as I hastily stand up from my sitting position and went straight to my closet. I randomly grabbed a white tee, some ripped jeans, and boxers. I hurriedly wear it on as well as my shoes (of course, after re-bandaging my torso). I took my bag and my phone from my desk. I checked my bag if something went amiss.
"Snow!"
"Coming!" I finally grabbed my denim jacket as I ran downstairs. I saw my father calmly sipping his morning tea, already adorned with his midnight blue Armani suit while reading a newspaper. I made a face at my father's choice of drink then turn my gaze to the other side.
Oh.
"Hey, Danny! Come, let's eat! Your father's food is so good! Better than any first-class chef that my parents hired!" Luke exclaimed as he took a bite off his food, also dressed in his model-like clothes already.
"Where did you get some clothes? Did your butler came here to give you that?" I asked as I took a cup from the cupboard while turning the coffee machine on.
"Yup! I called Seb here earlier. He says hi, by the way," Luke licked his plate clean, already finish eating. I made a face at that as I pour myself a cup of heavenly goodness. I smelled the warm espresso in delight, almost sighing dreamily. I took a sip and dramatically sigh.
"Ah. Liquid gold..." I took a big gulp and licked my lips clean. I noticed Luke staring at me with a bit of disgust.
"Ugh. How can you stand that? It's so bitter, it's like tasting shit! Milk tastes way better than that."
I stilled as I glared murderously at him. How dare this measly peasant insult, my baby!
"Say that again and your dead to me," I warned as I finished my drink in one gulped. This made Luke gagged and shudder a little, feeling sick because of my drink and my ominous warning.
"Ignore him, Snow. People like him wouldn't understand the pleasure of drinking tea and coffee," my dad said calmly as he took a sip of his tea, feeling almighty as he smirked at Luke smugly. Luke only scowled darkly at him.
"Amen to that," I mumbled as I grabbed a toasted jelly sandwich and my bag. I paused for a minute, to see if I forgot something but nothing came to mind. Hm? I'm pretty sure I'm forgetting something important...oh well, it's probably nothing since I can't remember it.
"Let's go, Luke. The bus is here already."
"Ugh. Do we have to?" Luke whined as he stands up and grabbed his 'Gucci' bag sluggishly.
"Yes. Now shut up and let's go already."
I waved my dad goodbye and went outside towards the awaiting bus straight from hell. I stared at the bus full of stupid hormonal teenagers who thought nothing but fame and sex. They're only dozens of them on the bus. Imagine school.
Hell. That is.
Luke and I shared a look and sighed.
This is going to be a loooong day.
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"Ugh. This sucks." Luke groaned as he plopped down to his seat lazily. I only sigh tiredly in agreement as I also took my seat beside Luke. We gave each other a knowing look at our disheveled appearances. We just came out from the bus from hell and it wasn't a happy experience.
Not at all.
"Tell me, why did we take the bus again?" Luke asked, still groaning like a dog. This made me roll my eyes at him.
"Because we're stingy as hell. That's why we take the bus. Less gas. Fewer expenses."
"Ugh. Damn, this sucks."
"I know. You said that like a hundred times already."
The two of us stared at each other again and sighed tiredly in unison while thinking the same thing.
'I wanna go home.'
"Whoa, you guys look sick! Are you two okay?" A concerned voice suddenly asked behind our backs. This made us turn our gazes behind us.
"Oh my god. You guys looked like you went through hell!" Laughed a dark skin girl named Julie. The guy who spoke earlier, Brian, only stared at us in concern.
"Are you guys okay? Do you want me to call the nurse or something?" Brian asked worriedly, wisely ignoring the laughing girl beside him.
"Brian..." Luke, ever the attention whore, whined as he suddenly hugged the tallboy when he came near him. This made the other sputter in surprise. "I feel sick. Please let me hug you so I can feel better."
"H-huh? But how does that make you feel better?..." Brian asked but Luke only answer him about 'fresh meat' and 'hot body'.
"Figures." Julie snorted as she sat beside me, wisely ignoring them. She suddenly poked me on my side, making me flinch and hiss painfully.
Fuck, she just hit one of my cuts.
"What?" came my clipped voice, trying hard to hide my pain lest I garner their attention again.
"What happened to your lips? Was it a fight again?" Julie asked while propping her chin to her palm. Damn, I forgot about that. This was unfortunately heard by Brian and immediately went into a mother-hen mode. Luke whined loudly but was poorly ignored when the tall boy went straight to fussing over me.
"What?! Where?! What happened?!"
I lightly glared at my dark-skinned friend. "Nice work," I grumbled. Julie only shrugged. I sighed and meet Brian's worried look. This is the reason why I don't want them to know.
"Yes, I had a fight. I was accidentally caught one yesterday but I'm fine, so don't worry about it, Brian," I said but the other didn't budge and proceeds to check my body.
"Seriously, Brian. I'm fine, stop worrying already." I sighed as I managed to stopped the other from pulling my shirt lest he'll see the bruises and wounds.
"But, Snow!" Brian protested.
"No," I ordered.
This made the other instantly comply, silently sulking.
"Wow." Julie stared at me in amazement. "No matter how many times I saw you did that. It still amazes me." Julie whistled as she moved her gaze to her best friend's sulking form. "How did you do that?"
"Do what?" I look at her in confusion.
"The commanding voice thing," Julie answered.
"Commanding voice. The hell is that?" I smiled amusedly. Julie was about to open her mouth when suddenly the bell rings, signaling the start of our class and that's when our Math teacher came in.
"Good morning everyone. Please get back to your seats. Today we will discuss..."
Hearing the monotonous rambling of Mr. Reed made me zone out so I just laid my head down on my desk. The teachers don't give a shit anyway if I sleep through to their classes since I already knew everything about the lesson first hand. That and I'm pretty much infamous in our school 'cuz of the fights and all. (Not that I'm proud of it, just sayin'.)
I nudged Julie on the legs lightly.
"What is it?" Julie whispered.
"Wake me up when the class is over," was all I said before going to sleep. This made Julie rolled her eyes in annoyance.
"Figures," I heard her muttered.