It's Just a Game....

Chapter 2: Game On

Ally

    After another encounter with Bieber I decided that it would be best, for me to head home before I see him again. I drove away from Starbucks replaying earlier events in my head I chuckle at the thought of it. I can't believe he actually thought I was going to kiss him. Pft', as if! You have a long road ahead of you Bieber. I finally pull up to the side of my house. I park, and lock my car then began to walk up the porch getting my keys out in the process. As I open up the door, I could see Derek running down the stairs then went pass me. Before he gotten down the porch steps I grab his arm,

   “Where are you going?” I ask curiously.

    “Out.” he answers, and shrugs my hand off.

    “With who?” I question, as I crossed my arms furrowing my brows.

    “Friends.” he says annoyed.

    “When are you coming back?” he scoffs.

    “Later.” he says, I was about to say something back to him, and that's when he turned around continuing to walk down the steps to the sidewalk. Yeah, my day was fine today thank you for asking. I roll my eyes I don't know why I ask where Derek goes anymore, I know he going to get stoned. He always comes back to the house around 2 am, Dad never seems to notice because I always cover for him. I sigh. Then went inside the house, and closed the door behind me. My Dad isn't here, yet he doesn't come back from work until late during the weekdays. I guess I'm eating alone. Again. I rub my eyes with the back of my hands as I walk into the kitchen, and set my backpack on the floor. I went to the cupboard and took out some spaghetti noodles, Ragu tomato sauce, a large pot, and a sauce pan. I put the pot filled with water and the pan on the burners, and started cooking. The aroma of the Ragu sauce filled the kitchen. As I cooked; I plugged in my iPod to the stereo in the kitchen. Fancy by Iggy Azalea starts to play, and I sing along with the chorus.

    “I’m so fancy, you already know. I'm in the fast lane, from L.A. to Tokyo.  I'm so fancy, can't you taste this gold. Remember my name, about to blow.......” 

    The only person that has ever heard me sing is my Mom, we had a special bond together through music. I sigh. After to listening to over 10 songs I finish the spaghetti, and make myself a plate. I turned off the music, and I went to go sit down in the dining room. The dining has a semi-long rectangular dark oak table, with matching chairs. Cream colored walls that hang some old and new family pictures we've taken. Lastly, a East view 9-Light Dark Oil-Rubbed Bronze Chandelier my mother had picked out when we moved into this house for the first time. We used to have a grand piano in one of the corners of the dining room. But, my Dad removed it because it brought back to many memories for him to bare. I took a bite of the spaghetti; now only the sound of me chewing fills the air. I look around at the empty chairs before me shook my head, and continue to eat.

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1 hour later

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 I finished eating, and put the remaining spaghetti in the fridge. Then I headed upstairs to my room.  I walk over to my queen size soft bed; and jump down on it making the springs squeak. I look up at the ceiling letting my mind go blank. I was on the verge of going to sleep until my phone vibrated in my shorts’s pocket. I sat up a bit leaning my back against the assorted pillows. I took my phone out of my pocket, and look at the screen.

1 NEW TEXT MESSAGE

 FROM "BETH DA BAE

B : ‘Hey, Al what you doing?’ Beth asks.