When I was under a hundred I almost had a heart attack. Thank you to my new fans and of course the old. When you comment/vote it means so much to me. :D It keeps me writing.
/Chapter 8\
"Okay," I muttered, filling a bucket with water as Ella found some baking soda. She dumped the whole thing in the bucket and I stirred it. It became thicker, so we both carried it up to Matthew's room. I dripped some onto his carpet as Ella opened his closet. His closet was HUGE! Bigger than my room and that just made me madder. We both held each sides of the bucket, and just dumped the whole thing in his closet. We slammed the door and ran.
***An hour later***
"OH MY GOD! GET OFF OF ME!" I screamed, my head being crushed. He looked at me, smirking. I stuck my tongue out and he put more weight on my head. I could hear Ella grumbling as Dylan sat on hers. Too bad Matthew is fatter, and I'm shorter and tinier.
"Owwww," I groaned.
"Do you know how much all those clothes cost?" he asked angrily.
"NO!"
"More than you make in 10 years."
"IT'S BAKING SODA AND WATER, DIPWAD! IT WILL COME OUT! GET OFF!" I could hear the smile in his voice,
"I like it here though. It's comfy." I groaned again, "But it isn't comfy for me, you fatty."
"Fatty?" he asked. "Yes. Fatty, get your fatty arse off me."
"Nah. I told you, shortie, I like it here."
"SHORT?" I asked in disbelief. I struggled under his fat butt. He wouldn't budge.
"I'm not short!" I whined when the doorbell rang.
"Come in," Matthew said, as three boys the same age as Matthew and Dylan walked in. They were wide-eyed as they saw us being sat on.
"HELP!" I yelled, and that's when they smirked.
"What did she do?" they asked in unison.
"Ruined my clothes." I was able to move my arm, and I started slapping him. He didn't seem like he noticed it. I grumbled to myself, cussing at his fatty arse.
"Okay, I release your punishment until the boys leave." He got up. I sat up quickly, the world spinning. I rubbed my head gingerly, and a migraine formed. I groaned and lay back down on the carpet. I could hear him and his friends turn on the TV, then overly-squeaky girls voices. I didn't even WANT to know. They were having fun, as I, sat here in pain. How childish. I crawled up the stairs on my hands and knees, my head pounding from his fatty arse. I made it up to my room and slammed the door, making sure everyone in the house heard it. I crawled into bed, grabbing my iPhone off the charger. He brought it in my bags, but I still didn't like that HE packed MY stuff. I turned it on, watching the apple icon. No. I still hadn't gotten over Britt betraying me, so I guess I won't call her. Maybe Char later. I went on my favorite app, WATTPAD. I clicked my favorite arranged marriages stories, trying to figure out a way to get out of this dump.
Nothing seemed to help. Everyone fell in love with their soon-to-be-fiancée! NO. I'M NOT GOING TO FALL IN LOVE! That is a negative. No. No. No. I chanted that in my head as I pulled the covers over my chin. I waited for the girly-voices to stop screaming nonsense of how "hot" they were. Ok. I admit, they are hot, but cocky arse jerks. I grumbled some more, tiredness overtaking me. My eyes started drooping and I let my sleep win. I fell into the darkness immediately.
SORRY. I feel like I'm slacking. I'm trying to upload once every two days, if you haven't noticed. ;) I have to go-ugh-shopping with my parents. D: (I don't think this chapter was good, I had to write it in a rush.)
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