Sleep.
That's all I can think about now.
But I can't.
Instead, I'm writing a paper for Honors English on the Great Gatsby, and me being me, decided to do it last minute.
My eyes flutter open and close as my pencil dances across the paper, writing irrelevant things that I'll probably never use in life.
The bedroom door opens, and in walks my stepmother.
"Abigail, dinner's on the table when you're ready."
I give her a strained smile, and she returns the favor. As she closes the door, I fling my pencil across the room, and rub my eyes sleepily.
Well, a little dinner wouldn't hurt.
Walking downstairs, I hear noises that I hadn't heard before. As I walk into the kitchen, I see Penelope talking to some woman.
She looks strangely familiar.
I give her a small smile, and walk around the kitchen island to grab my plate.
A hand reaches the same moment that mine does.
Looking up, I see Trevor.
Again.
Seriously.
I think this dude is a stalker.
"Well, well. I didn't think you'd live here, babe. Your mom looks nothing like you."
I cringe at the comment.
"She's not my mother. She's my stepmom."
"Sounds like a mother to me."
Angrily, I rip the plate out of his hands, and storm upstairs. My feet bang against the floor as I walk to my room, and slam the door.
Why does he make me so mad?
Why does he have to be in my house, invading the only private space I have away from him.
I pull my hair in frustration.
The door to my room opens, and I turn around, rolling my eyes. He smirks.
"You're room is pretty nice."
"Get out."
"Why? You're mom said I could come in here. It seems really cozy."
He belly flops onto my bed, sending pillows and stuff animals everywhere.
"And this bed..."
His voice is a little muffled by my mattress, but I ignore it and continue writing.
A few seconds later, he's up looking over my shoulder.
"Whatcha writing?"
I look at him as if it's the dumbest question in the world. "What do you think, dumbass?"
He clutches his chest, and staggers away from me. "My heart is broken; I can feel it passing through my small intestine."
I give him a sarcastic clap, and spin my chair back around, finishing the last paragraph.
"Yes! Finally I'm done!" I get up out of the chair and do my "happy dance."
I hear a chuckle behind me, and turn around to see Trevor holding back his laughter. I flip him off.
"Get out of my room! Now!" I say while pushing his shoulders. He agrees eventually, and I close and lock my door this time.
Pulling out my Beats and plugging them into my phone, I lie in bed, and read The Scorch Trials.
My bliss is ended when Penelope knocks on my door.
Again.
"Come say goodbye to Tammy and her son!" I groan, and get out of my comfortable position. Trudging down the stairs, I'm met with Penelope hugging Trevor's mom goodbye. I give her a small wave and smile, and she returns the favor.
Now onto the "bad boy."
I walk over to him, and was just about to shake his hand when I get yanked into a bone crushing hug.
"It was nice seeing you, babe," he whispers as he pulls away. My face flushed red.
Penelope shouts at them as they walk out the door. "Come over anytime!"
Trevor turns around, and gives me a big smile.
"We will. Trust me."
