Between Friends and Lovers.

C H A P T E R 4 | Arcade Games, and Hatred

(A/N: There are some parts in spanish, 'Trans' means 'Translation.') :)

Btw this song was playing while I made this so...

~Violet~

It's been a few days since I bought Ashley that book, and I still don't know why I did it.

 I would always think about her whenever I would see the book in the library, and it was starting to drive me crazy. 

But I managed to hide that because it sounded weird, and I told Ashley I bought it for her because I had tons of money, which I do, but I feel like that wasn't the real reason at all. 

I shook my head to push the thought away and continued to put on the necklace my Blair gave me for my fifteenth birthday.

Of course, I was now seventeen and I had more gifts from her, but this one felt special. 

Probably because this was the first ever gift she has given me.

I smiled and quickly put on some perfume before getting up and walking over to where my shoes were.

I looked over at all my shoes to see what would fit best with my very mediocre outfit since we were going to the new Arcade store that had opened up a few weeks ago.

I saw my usual black and red shoes and shrugged as I picked them up. I quickly put them on and stood up.

I opened the door to my bedroom then suddenly remembered that I had a crop top on, and my parents wouldn't like that. 

Especially since they think I'm straight and that somehow I'll get pregnant just because a boy looked at me.

No boy has ever looked at me and I could tell why.

I looked at myself in the mirror, and I decided not to let my mood be brought down by my own thoughts.

I sighed and buttoned my black leather jacket up, covering my crop top. I walked downstairs towards the living room, and was met with only my mother in the kitchen cooking up a storm.

I guess my father is still not coming back.

I walked over to where my mother was and saw her face twist into disgust.

"Vas a ir con eso?" (Trans: You're going to go with that?)

"Si, que no te gusta?" (Trans: Yeah, what? You don't like it?) 

This was always a problem in my household. 

My mother has never really liked my outfits or my clothes in general.

 They were mostly boy clothes, and I did like to dress girly sometimes, but that still wasn't enough.

"No, pero como quiera no te vas a cambiar porque siempre es tu manera y lo que tu quieres. Te ves como una lesbiana" (Trans: No, but either way you're not going to change because it's always your way and what you want. You look like a lesbian.)

"Ay, por eso nunca te pregunto nada." (Trans: Ugh, that's why I never ask you anything.)

I stormed off with her yelling at me.I slammed my car door shut and let my head hit the steering wheel. 

Once I calmed down and choked back the tears, I started the car and made my way to my friends houses.

I first picked up Angelo who was leaning against a tree, holding his girlfriend's hand, Sammy or Samantha.

They got in the back seat and I watched them in the rear view mirror and caught them swapping DNA with each other.

"Eww, get a room and don't get anything on my car seats, because I swear to God Angelo, I will make sure you will never have children. And I don't mean a kick to the nu-"