Mute

five

N A S H G R I E R

A wave of relief washed over me as the last bell rang. It's been a horrible day and I'm ready to get to my room. All the crying and threats totally ruined my happiness about getting Cameron's number.

I left the class and went to my locker. The whole time I could feel eyes on me and I knew it was Taylor. I honestly don't get why me befriending Cameron is such a bad thing. I don't want anything more. Yeah I might have a small crush on him, but that doesn't mean I want him.

The car ride home was very rushed and frantic. I ran red lights and went over the speed limit.

When I got home Will was on the kitchen cooking my death dinner.

"Hey Nash how was your day," Will asked as I was passing the kitchen. I didn't answer, so I just ran up to my room slamming and locking the door. I was so over being sad, all my problems were angering me. What did I do to deserve this awful life.

Seconds later you could hear Will's footsteps marching up the stairs.

He was yelling and banging on the door, but I couldn't hear him because I was blasting up beat, high pitched pop music.

I was probably overreacting, slamming doors, playing annoying music, but at this point I didn't care.

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A light buzzing coming from my pocket woke me up. I really didn't notice I fell asleep, but I'm glad I did because I felt a lot better.

Another buzz goes off and I realize it's my phone. It was a text from Cameron. Oh....

Cam: NNAASSHHHHH

Cam: I'm picking you up at 8 am, so we can chill after school without you worrying about where your car is ;)

Me: don't

Cam: why? I thought we were hanging out.

Me: I can't

Cam: we can always reschedule :)

Me: no we can't

Cam: what! why?

Me: idk if I can tell you or not

Cam: you can tell me anything

Me: I'm really not sure I can

Cam: Nash

Me: um.... one of your friends told me to stay away from you or there will be consequence if I don't.

After that Cameron didn't reply. I was worried that I did the wrong thing. But not once did Taylor say I couldn't tell some one about those threats. And Cameron just happened to be that someone.

Looking at my side table clock, it was 9pm which means I missed dinner. And knowing my to brothers there is no food left. I really don't care because that food would of killed me anyway.

Going downstairs I already hear the shouting from Hayes as he looses whatever game they are playing. I chuckle to myself.

Will has always been a game beast. No matter if it was a video game or a board game, he slays you in anything and everything. Hayes was being an idiot challenging him.

Going into the kitchen I find a box of 1/2 eaten donuts. What the fuck have my brothers been up to. Literally almost all the donuts were only half eaten, weird. I find a whole donut, a glass of chocolate milk, and some bacon from breakfast a couple days ago and head to the living room.

As I walked into the large room I almost walked out. Will and Hayes were playing a game of Twister.

"Fuck Will stop cheating, it's right hand on blue not left," Hayes whines.

"First language, second you can't tell your right from your left you dumbfuck."

"How can you swear and I can't?!"

"Do you want me to even answer that," Will warns while looking up noticing me in the room.

"Well I obviously did sinc-"

"Hold on Nash let me show our little brother a lesson." In .05 seconds Hayes in pined to the floor. My older brother's arm was under Hayes's neck while the other arm was holding him up from completely crushing Hayes.

Will mumbles something in Hayes ear that I couldn't make out. He shakes his head quickly as Will releases him from the deathly grip.

"Like I was saying, hello Nash." Will resumes.

I wave and smile sitting down on the couch, watching my two brother battle it out in a deadly game of Twister.

C A M E R O N D A L L A S (next day)

I was fuming.

One of my idiot friends really was an idiot.

What makes one of them think they can control who I was friends with. I can have other friendships. My life doesn't revolve around them. They shouldn't be my only friends, and it's sad that they are.

Yeah I'm popular, but those people that walk and talk around me are not my friends. They're just people who want to be me or secretly hate me and just around for popular points.

Honestly I thought Nash was lying. None of my friends would do this to me, whatever they were doing. My friends are all to nice.

But then I began thinking I haven't know them for as all as they've known each other.

I moved to this school 2 years ago, I've only been friends with them for two years. I don't know anything about them.

I take that back. I know simply things like age, birthday, favorite color, life dream. Everything that is on your ID or Student Card. But I don't know there deep darkest secrets.

In my group, we don't talk about ourselves much. We just chill at each other's houses and sit together at lunch.

We don't do the talk about are feelings and problem crap. We just simply hang out. It's not that we can't or won't. It's just not how are group works, it's just not us.

So I shouldn't of been as mad as I was, but it really didn't matter. Somebody I was close to wronged me and I needed to find out who.

AN: please don't stop reading, cause I know, this chapter is sucky. I really just wanted to publish something for you guys. But I promise it will get better.Some wild stuff is going down in the next chapter though.

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