A/N: I'm having my birthday party today so it was either a short update or no update. I think you know which one I choose.
Ugh, Spring cleaning, I thought.
It's not even spring what the hell is wrong with Adam? Making me clean on a Sunday. Sure my room was messy, but it wasn't going to kill anyone.
I stared down at the pile of my clothes and sighed. It would take forever to clean up all this stuff. Maybe I could just shove it under my bed and then go out with Aaron before Adam could figure it out.
I decided that it sounded like a good plan. I got down on my knees and looked under my bed. There one box sitting at the very back with a flash light. I furrowed my brow while wondering why I would've kept those two things back there.
Being the not so tall person I am, I slipped under the bed to retrieve the box. My floor was surprisingly clean, thank god. I slide on the hard wooden floor like a peguin until I was at the back. I grabbed the box and tried to back out.
Shit, I thought, I'm stuck.
My hair was caught on the bottom of the bed and pulling it would completely ruin my hair.
"Adam!" I yelled. No answer.
"Adam!" I tried again. That time the vaccum turned on. I sighed, he definitely thought I was just trying to get out of cleaning again.
"Adam!" I screeched. When I got no response I gave up. Eventually Adam, or Aaron, or Chace, maybe even Jake would walk in and find me. Hopefully.
My stomach growled. I was straving, but there was no food down there- I probably wouldn't eat it if it there was anyway, but I might've been down there for a while and desperate times call for desperate measures.
Boredom got the best of me so I tipped the box over and began to search through it. I had a bouncy ball, rubberbands, hair ties, cute socks, saved birthday cards, and finally my ninth grade diary.
I opened it up and began reading through it. What was the first sentence on the first page in my first diary? I HATE Chace Mathews!
I rolled my eyes at how dramatic I was two years ago. The things he did weren't that bad. A few pranks here and there weren't going to kill me. I skimmed through the rest until I got to a page that caught my attention.
March 10, 2010
Maybe Chace is right. He does all these horrible things to me and I deserve them. Today he said I was an ugly man. I can't stop crying. Anything involving my looks and my weight is such a soft spot for me. I can't believe he'd even go there. He's constantly making me look like an idiot and I'm always crying bescause of him. I have never hated anyone more than I hate Chace. In fact he makes my hate myself. He makes me- I don't know. It's hard to describe.
I think the only words I can fully explain it with are: He makes me want to die.
That was my last Diary entry.
I choked on my own shock. Chace was so mean to me at one point that I actually considered killing myself? How could some one forget a thing like that? Seriously, how could I forget that! So what if Chace was a good kisser? At some point in my life I wanted to die because of him.
Out of no where I started sobbing uncontrollably.
Chace was going to pay.
A/N: Seriously sorry it was so short. And nothing much happened, but it was better than nothing right?
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I Think I Love My Brother's Best FriendTeen Fiction
Meet Skye Barker. She pretty, smart, heartbroken, and Adam Barker's little sister. Meet Chace Matthews. He's cocky, gorgeous,a player, and Adam Barker's best friend. Chace has spent years making Skye's life a living hell, but when he comes back afte...