Song for this chapter: Drama by Boy Epic

I pulled my hair into a high ponytail, sighing heavily as I looked at my complexion in the bathroom mirror.  It was one of those you fall asleep tired and wake up even more exhausted kind of mornings. I tossed and turned all night hoping that Nate would be there, wishing he would soothe my troubled mind.

"Lily! What's taking you so long?" Mom shouted from across the house.

I groaned in annoyance and walked into the kitchen, eyeing up the slice of of toast coated in peanut butter and the tall glass of milk on the table that were physically disgusting me. I grabbed a mug from the cupboard and filled it with coffee.
"No shower this morning?" Mom questioned, eyeing me up suspiciously, "And you don't drink coffee in the morning."
"I didn't feel like showering," I mumbled, holding the ceramic cup to my lips.
"Are you feeling okay? You've been taking your pills right?"
I nodded my head slowly. I'm just tired she didn't need to get her panties in a twist.
"I'm calling your doctor. You aren't going to school today."
"God! Would you stop? I'm not going to freak the fuck out. I'm just tired. You're making a big deal out of nothing."
"What's been going on? What were you doing yesterday. How come you got in trouble? You need to talk to me Lily. I can help you."
"You don't want to help me. You're just scared of me," I hissed, throwing the mug of coffee into the kitchen sink. The warm black liquid sprayed up the white cabinets, and the sound of smashing ceramic caused my mom to flinch hard where she was standing.  A loud gasp escaping her lips from her lips, fear flashed in her hazel eyes.
"I told you. You're just fucking scared of me."
I pulled my black purse of the coat hook in the porch and angrily shoved my phone inside. It's not really like I need the stupid thing. I have no freinds and no social media. What a strange concept in a generation that's fueled by technology and tinder.  But I would suspect that after everything Nate and I have been through, we'd at least have eachothers damn numbers.

I stood beside my car in the driveway pulling the pack of viceroy red out of my purse. Without another thought, the cigarette was lit between my lips, my lungs inhaling and exhaling the toxic smoke. A disgusting habit that was difficult to break, especially when I was in a mood like today.  Three cigarettes later and I was still standing by my car foolishly waiting for Nate. I should just drive myself to school. I don't need to listen to absolutely everything he tells me to do. Maybe I'll just wait a couple more minute before being obnoxious.
"Hey, aren't you the new girl?"
I looked up from the cigarette in between my fingers, staring into her familiar dark features; Maddy.
"Yep," I spoke vaguely.
"How did you meet Nate?" Maddy questioned, folding her exposed arms over her chest. Squishing her cleavage further out of the white tank top she was wearing.
"Does it matter?" I remarked, throwing the cigarette on the ground and putting it out with the bottom of my shoe.
"He's my boyfriend," Maddy spoke.
Either she was naive or just being a bitch.
"That's nice. It was probably around the time you were fucking someone else in the pool," I spoke in an sarcastic tone.
"I was blacked out," Maddy protested.
"You can defend yourself all you want. A whores still a whore," I groaned, sliding the pack of cigarettes back into my purse.
"Whatever. You aren't even Nates type." Maddy sneered, scanning her eyes up and down body.
"Sweetheart. If you weren't threatened by me you wouldn't be standing in front of me explaining yourself," I hissed, rolling my eyes in annoyance.
Before Maddy could clapback with some kind of bitchy remark. Nates truck pulled up at the end of the driveway.
"Would you look at that we made up last night and now he's taking me to school," Maddy bragged, waving and smiling at Nate.
My blood boiled at the thought of Nate talking to Maddy last night. Hell he probably left just so that he could.
"Lily are you ready to go?" Nate shouted, rolling down the passenger window.
Maddys lips pressed into an o shape, a shade of pink flushed on her cheeks in embarrassment. I may be pissed at Nate but she wasn't getting the enjoyment of getting a ride to school with him. Sitting down in the truck, I slammed the door shut displaying my annoyance with the situation.
"Why were you with Maddy?" Nate questioned, pulling away from the driveway. Leaving Maddy walking back to her house in defeat.
"Why were you talking to her all night?" I hissed back, staring out the passenger window.
"Of course she'd start drama.Why do you smell like smoke?" Nate questioned, scrunching up his nose at me. 
"Why do you smell like desperation and lies?" I hissed back. Crossing my arms over my chest.
"Look at you being a comedian today. Lily she is my ex. We have a past. I'm going to talk to her," Nate spoke in a soft tone, trying his hardest to steer from conflict that was steaming inside of me.
I get it, I understand the whole ex thing. But Nate was mine now. He was all mine. And I wasn't sharing. I wanted Maddy completely out of the goddamn picture.
"Whatever. Do what you want, and I'll do what I want."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Nate questioned.
"Whatever you want it to mean," I spoke back harshly.
"Fuck, whatever. Is all you're good at fighting?" Nate growled, gripping his fists tighter around the steering wheel. White knuckles rose from his skins and thick veins buldged. It was kind of hot seeing him pissed off like this.
"Oh I'm sorry. I'm already in a shit mood today. And I didn't need your stupid little girlfreind pissing me off today." I spoke truthfully. That was the last encounter I wanted to deal with.
"Shes not my girlfreind," Nate defended himself, "If you would give me a chance to explain myself and get to know you. You would realize that I want you more than I've ever wanted anyone even Maddy."
"Really?" I questioned, looking up at him with a small smile.
"Yes silly. Man you are something else," Nate chuckled, shaking him head.
Well at least I wasn't upset anymore. But I was so fucking turned on. And I wanted him now.
"Nate?"
"Yes?"
"I'm kind of really horny," I admited sheepishly.
"Only you would go from being bitchy to thinking about fucking. But I can fix that for you baby."

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