Yesterday was hell.

Yesterday is what I assumed what hell would feel like. It was shit- just a big pile of disappointment. After school I had Ashley drop me off, where I proceeded to hide in my room for the rest of the evening. I didn't know who to trust and it was killing me inside.

But that was yesterday.

Right now my mom was telling me about her new boyfriend and what worries me is I think he's a bad guy. The way she told me about him made me think it was just another version of my dad.

"He even has a daughter your age, Thea!" She squealed happily, making me roll my eyes.

I know I was excited about it at first, but now it's just awkward. I never wanted a sister in my life, they seemed hard to work with and I can barley handle Emily and Ashley everyday.

"That's great mom," I said quietly, stuffing a handful of animal crackers into my mouth. It was almost seven o'clock at night on a Saturday and I wanted nothing more to sleep and forget.

My friends never came over after school or today, they never even called or texted me. It was weird because it's never happened before. Maybe Xavier realized he should've stayed with Damien, a boy who was attempting to hate me. I knew he didn't, the way his breath sucked in after he told me about my brother. The way his eyes stared only at my cheek before his horrified eyes met mine.

If he apologized I don't know if I could actually accept it. You don't just forgive people after that, you just have to wait and see if they meant it.

My mom let out a happy sigh and got up from my bed. She was about to go on a date night and I know, it's late. I'm one hundred percent sure it's a club but I wasn't going to stop her. I wanted to be alone, I just needed some alone time.

"I love you, please call me if you need me," my mom smiled, her hand rubbing my leg over the blanket. I nodded my head before she left the room, letting me sink lower into the bed. I kept a lamp on as I snuggled my box of animal crackers. My mind trying to shut off as I laid still.

Just as I herd my mothers Sudan pull out of the driveway my phone rang, making let out a heavy puff of air.

Not one freaking day, really. I just want to sleep.

I snatched my phone that was beside my pillow, swinging it up to my ear as I tried to get comfortable.

"Don't hate me okay?"

"Xavier what are you talking about?" I spoke causally, my voice coming out confused. I herd him take a deep breath through the phone, making me bite my lip.

"Just don't hate me okay?" His raspy voice was quiet before he hung up, leaving me more worried then confused. I slowly laid back down, trying to shrug of the conversation. He was probably just drunk or something.

After awhile I cuddled my animal crackers a bit harder, trying to comfort myself. "What are you doing?" A voice called from my door, making me jump before quickly turning to look at the figure. I let out a annoyed sigh, turning back around at the sight of him.

I rolled my eyes before stuffing my face with animal crackers again. "What are you doing here Damien? Who even let you in?" I hissed out, trying my best to ignore him.

Damien was leaning on the door frame into my room. His hands crossed over his stupid black shirt. He was so beautiful but so cold hearted, "The door was unlocked-"

"Just because the door is unlocked doesn't mean it's okay to enter. You are still breaking into my house," He raised a eyebrow at me, nodding his head in agreement after he took time to think about it.

Who does he think he is? If anything I should just call the police. I really need to start locking my door, it's starting to get out of hand.

"Xavier told me you wanted to talk," He said quietly, making me shake my head. Why would I want to talk to him after what he said?

"No I don't want to talk to you," I mumbled out, holding my animal cracker box. He walked farther into the room, standing by my window. Damien eyed his car and the way the moon was hitting his cheek bone made me jealous.

Maybe if I kick him he'll just fa-

I heard footsteps run up the stairs, my eyes widening as Ashley quickly grabbed the door nob, swinging it shut. My body jumped up from my bed, quickly attempting to swing it open but she had already locked it. "Ash this isn't funny," I yelled through the door, hearing her let out a small sigh before running back down the stairs.

Damien came up beside me, banging on the door. "At least tell us what is happening!" He yelled, making me hit his arm. "Don't break my door," I whined, pointing a finger at him.

Damien gave me a odd look before we heard footsteps come back up to the door. "You two need to work it out, everyone here is sick of it." Xavier said through the door. I was beyond upset. Why would they do this right now, Why today?

"Xavier, I hate you," I mumbled slightly being serious, he let out a small chuckle. Seeing there was no point I went back to my bed, laying flat into the pillow.

I bet this is what they were planning, not my birthday. My friends were planning to lock me in a room with the one person who hated me.

"Now I'm going to go downstairs, make some food, watch a movie and when I come back later tonight you guys better be friends." Xavier called, making me let out a muffled scream.

"You better be dead before this door is unlocked or I'll kill you myself!" I threw a pillow at the door, hitting Damien in the process who then threw it back at me. I felt it hit my face before I fell back at the force, letting out a grunt in pain. Damien seemed pleased, his deep laughter filling the air.

After what felt like an hour his body slid down the wall. Xavier must have left downstairs which meant I was alone with an asshole.

I kept quiet, not really knowing what to say. I wanted to hit him more then anything but I wanted to interrogate him too. He infuriated me to a point that looking at him made me mad.

"Look, we don't have to make up if you don't want too but we could speed up the wait if we talked," I heard him say quietly, making me almost laugh at his casualness. I kept my sight away from him, seeing it was the only option that I had until I came up with another one.

"Sure," my hand went back to my box of animal crackers, eating a few more. Maybe I could casually interrogate him, if that's possible.

"Well, what's your favorite color?" He said quietly, tossing a rolled up pair of socks up and catching them with a thump. I let out a stiff laugh, "really you're actually acting norm-"

"Just answer the question Thea," He groaned out making me shake my head.

"It's yellow," I said quietly, hearing him let out a small chuckle. Yes I liked the color yellow, I loved it actually. It makes me happy just to look at. It wasn't the icky yellow I liked, It's the yellow that is in a sunset or sunrise.

"What about you?" I questioned quietly, my eyes staying closed to my wall.

Maybe I could still fall asleep if I ignored him.

"It's Red," His voice was barely above a whisper. I always assumed he liked the color black or something. I wanted to roll my eyes at him, he was being to casual. "Why are you back with Kyla?" I shot out.

So much for nonchalant Thea, good job.

I felt the air shift uncomfortably, the sock he was throwing stopped hitting his hand. "Why does it matter?" He sounded closer now but I didn't dare look.

"Why did you do it?" I snapped slightly, my eyes watching the chair Emily use to sit in. "You said we had a lot in common," He grumbled, making me nod my head. "When have you ever took what I said as advice Damien? Give me the real reason or I'll throw you out of my window," I was in a bad mood...could you tell?

I couldn't believe Xavier did this to me, he was doing to pay.

"I don't want to talk about it," he snapped at me making me let out a laugh. "Of course you don't because when you're in a sticky situation all you do is shut down," I shot back, hearing him get up from the floor.

"Thea maybe she treats me right!" He semi yelled at me, making me finally turn to look at him. "Oh really? She treats you right? She can't even be nice to me I highly doubt she's nice to you!" I seethed back, his eyes watching me.

I hate to admit this but his eyes were beautiful. Every time I saw them they stopped me, it was almost the same reaction I got to seeing a sunset.

"Who even said I was dating her?" He questioned, his eyes finally meeting mine. I couldn't help but shake my head at him, finally getting up from the bed. "Oh so you're just her friend? A friend with benefits? Is that-"

"Thea maybe it's because I was trying to get her to lay off you!" He yelled at me, his body was close to mine. I didn't even know what to say, my eyes just widened. I felt like I was being lied to again, he made it a thousand times worse when he was with her.

"So you saying at least I didn't kill my brother was you trying to protect me?" I was beyond mad at him, but I was probably more mad at Xavier right now.

Damien ran his hand through his hair, finally turning away from me. I hadn't even noticed I was wearing my donut pajama dress.

How mature of me...

I crossed my arm over my body, slightly embarrassed at my attire as he let out deep breaths to calm down. I bet our friends were right outside the door listening too.

"I didn't mean to say that," he said quietly, making me shake my head. "You can't just say that and then act like you didn't mean it," I growled at to him, watching him whip his head around to look at me again.

"Who even told you?" I asked, watching him bite his almost full lips. I wanted to shove him, just hit him until I couldn't feel my hands anymore.

"Kyla did. I asked her what her and her father were talking about and she told me," Damien shrugged at me, making me think for a moment. We sat in silence, letting me try to match the puzzle pieces together.

"Shit," I spewed out after what felt like ten minutes, grabbing my phone to text my mom. "What's wrong?" He asked, stepping toward me to look over my shoulder.

"I thought it was you who was telling Kyla about me, I know it wasn't and I'm sorry for that. But then I thought it was Emily and now I know it's not," I whispered, tensing up at our proximity.

"Okay and?" He questioned, wanting me to get to the point. I let out a sigh, holding my phone higher to text.

"It's my mom, I think she's dating her dad." I said quietly, telling my mom to get out of her date. I know she would hate me for this, but it was for the best and I would explain it all to her later.

Damien sucked in a breath before moving to sit on my bed. I stayed standing, not knowing what to do. I didn't want to sit by him, but I did at the same time.

"How did your brother die?" Damien asked quietly, making me turn to look at him.

I frowned, deciding to sit beside him on the bed. "He was a year older then me and he desperately wanted to teach me how to drive because my dad never left the house...I was sixteen when I accidentally drove off a bridge at night because I couldn't see," I whispered quietly, not wanting to finish the story.

"I didn't know Thea-"

"I know you didn't but you still said what you said and I don't accept an apology from that," I said quickly, attempting to get up and compose myself but he grabbed my arm.

"Thea let me make it up to you," he begged making me shake my head at him. The way his hand felt on my arm was a feeling I missed, it was warm and comforting. "I'll believe you if you actually decide to keep your mood swings in check," I said quietly, feeling his body slowly get up.

"I'll do anything, please." He whispered, making me let out a small sigh. "Why did you say what you said?" I questioned, biting my lip as I looked up at him. If I was going to even attempt to be his friend, I had to know this.

Damien let out a small sigh and looked down, his grip loosening on my arm. "I thought you and Xavier were dating," he whispered, embarrassed. I couldn't help but let out a loud fit of giggles, my hand covering my mouth as he glared at me.

"Stop Thea," He threatened, his cheeks turning a dark red as I kept laughing. He rolled his eyes, obviously annoyed at me. It was quite amusing, not that Xavier wasn't ugly or anything. He was actually gorgeous, I just saw him more as a friend then anything else.

"It's not funny," he gritted out, making me laugh harder. "Why w-would I-I d-date Xavier?" I gasped out, bending down, to catch my breath. He let out an annoyed sigh, turning away from me. I bit my lip, trying to stop myself from laughing again.

"Can we just try again please?" He mumbled out, making me nod slightly. If he was still dating Kyla I don't know if I was okay with being his friend when she was around.

"Damien, I don't need you to protect me from Kyla. It just makes everything worse," I said quietly, hoping he would leave her alone after this.

Our bodies moved to the door, Damien knocking to let them know we made up. "Oh and Damien," I said sweetly, watching him turn to me. I quickly rose my hand, slapping him across the cheek. Was it hard? No, not as hard as it should've been. "That's for my brother," I stated, hearing the door unlock as I made my way out.

Did it hurt him?

It probably hurt my hand more then it hurt him because he didn't even flinch. On the other side, my hand felt broken. His hand was holding his cheek for a moment before he grabbed the hand I was babying, rubbing it.

"I deserved that," he muttered quietly behind me, us both walked downstairs to meet our friends.

"I should've hit you harder."

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