Mated With Five Boys

Chapter 6: Evil Teenage Boy.

"Change will not come if we wait for some other person or some other time.We are the ones we've been waiting for.We are the change that we seek."- Barack Obama

I laid in bed late that night thinking about Rose's words, about opening myself to people.

I don’t understand why I have such trouble letting people in.

I guess that's partly the reason I started writing in my journal because I didn’t trust anyone with my secrets.

And maybe that's because I don't want someone seeing me that vulnerable.

Maybe it's because I'm scared if I start Pouring myself out, I won't know how to stop.

Or maybe it's because I know everyone in my life is temporary, foster parents, friends, teachers, neighbors, and even family.

I remember going to school after my mother died, I was in the second grade, I told my best friend at the time about what had happened.

I still remember the tears that formed in her young eyes as she repeatedly told how sorry she was.

And even with me being that young, I decided then and there I wasn't going to tell anyone about my life, and so I didn't.

I didn't need people's apologies.

I didn't need people feeling sorry for me.

What I needed was my mom back.

The only person I ever told my thoughts to is long gone, and not coming back.

And I'm okay with that.

At least, that's what I had thought before now.

I closed my eyes, trying to force myself to sleep, but it felt like my brain was going 100 mph.

One sheep, two sheep, three shee- who the hell am I kidding? That's never going to work.

Groaning loudly, I grabbed the pillow that was resting next to me and covered my face with it.

Go to freaking sleep Mia.

I stared blankly up at my dark ceiling, my mind racing with thoughts.

My internal clock completely and totally screwed.

Especially since Colorado is two hours behind from New York, where I previously lived.

I closed my eyes for the nine hundred and ninety-ninth time, finally feeling the drowsiness seep into my body when suddenly my walls started shaking.

Living on a Prayer by Bon Jovi started ringing in my ears from the room across from mine.

Axel's room.

Oh, C’mon! I sighed irritated.

Who plays music this late? I'll tell you who, evil teenage boys that's who.

Doesn't he understand how disrespectful that is? How would he like it if I blasted my music this late? I jumped out of my bed, whipping the covers off me in the process.

I marched over to my door, flinging it open.

point, I was completely

he no respect? I stomped right to Axel's room and pounded on

did I have a few words for

his music was playing so loud that my pounding went

it upon myself I wrapped my fingers around the cold

slowly,

just had

war with Axel? No Mia, you can

head agreeing with myself, It's time to take some initiative and

this case, Axel Deacon was

and strangely attractive

open the door fully, ready to give Axel a piece of my mind but immediately got stopped

"WOOAAAHH WE'RE HALFWAY THERE!"

into a fist, acting like he was singing into

ON

and

he was wearing was a pair of loose-fitting, grey basketball shorts? My eyes widen in shock, I couldn't help the small smile that formed

looked like a

in the fuck are

asked me, turning off his

swallowed hard, the smile on my face

is he so angry every time he sees me? It's quite

done anything

Mia here's your

he doesn't scare

"I-I just"

form my words, he was just

You've done blown it.

at me with those eyes? What's he supposed to do?

"Just forget it, leave."

me off, turning his music back

voice that didn't sit right

to say was unimportant, as if I was troubling him

to tell you to turn your music

up straight, mustering up the little backbone I do

"Oh really?"

lips formed into an

"Really."

my head, feeling proud

"No."

turning on his blaring

do you mean

stereo and turning the volume all

"I mean no."

in

"It's too loud,"

I stated.

never play Living on a Prayer loud

dark brown eyes

for

his

can't sleep with Bon Jovi over here shaking

that I had poked him with and

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