Saved Me

✨ c h a p t e r t h i r t e e n ✨

"It's nearly one hundred degrees outside," my grandmother said as she tumbled inside the house with her suitcases. Her hair was strictly colored black, no sign of a single grey hair. She refused to grow any. She was a short, stout lady who wore clothes that were twice her actual size. Neither my mother or Aunt Leah looked like her. She had brown eyes that were constantly sending you glares. She had what you called a " resting bitch face." She sighed heavily as she stood in the living room with both hands on her waist. "Well, aren't you going to help me?" she asked me.

I simply grabbed her luggage – which by the way, weighed a ton. God knows what she brought along. She was only here to stay for a week, not two months.

By the time all her bags were upstairs (thanks to me), I was starving and tired. I wasn't in the mood to deal with her, but unfortunately, she had other plans for me.

"Abigail, get me some water," she ordered. Yes master. I handed her the glass of water and tried to slip out. "Abigail, get me my medicine."

Abigail this, Abigail that.

Luckily, Aunt Leah arrived from work and took over. "Get outta here before she gives you more orders," she whispered to me, handing me a bowl of ice cream – butter pecan to be exact. Thank god for comfort food. I kissed her cheek softly before trudging upstairs.

Before I could make it to the first step, the doorbell rang.

"Who is it?" my grandmother asked before I could even open the door. I rolled my eyes, opening it to find Tony and Roman.

"Ooh, ice cream," Tony said, taking my bowl.

"Hey!" I said, reaching for it. He raised the bowl way up past my head, knowing I couldn't reach, even if I tried.

"Hi," he said, grinning cheekily. I glared at him murderously. Roman chuckled, taking the bowl. Roman wasn't as tall as Tony, but he still managed to grab it.

"Abigail, who is it?" my grandmother interrupted. I sighed heavily.

"My friends," I replied. "Aunt Leah, I'm going out!"

"Okay honey," she responded.

"Now wai-" Before my grandmother could finish, I was out the door.

"Who was that?" Roman asked as we walked towards our area.

"My grandmother. She came all the way from Florida to annoy my ass," I muttered. Tony walked beside us, happily eating (technically drinking) my melted ice cream.

"How long is she here for?" From where we stood, I could see Asher, Maggie, and Anna talking to each other. They looked like they were in deep discussion. When they saw us approaching, they quickly changed the subject. I raised my eyebrow at the girls who simply shook their head.

"Who's here?" Asher asked as we sat down.

"My grandmother. She's staying for a week," I answered.

"Anyways," Tony said, stretching his legs out. "Guess who scored a night with Melissa Reyes?" We all groaned in response. Melissa Reyes was a poor, naive girl who Tony has been trying to hook up with for the past week.

"Hey, isn't that Tiffany?" Maggie asked, pointing towards the blonde barbie – I mean, girl.

She was strutting towards us, wearing sandals that were at least five inches high and a skimpy red bikini that contrasted with her (fake) golden skin. She waved towards us – mainly towards Roman.

"Oh hey Romey!" she gushed, coming over and planting a kiss on his cheek. We all tried muffling our laughter at the stupid nickname. Roman visibly winced, sending us a glare. "It's been so long since I saw you!"

"We saw each other just a little over a week ago," Tony interrupted. She looked taken aback, as if Tony popped out of nowhere.

"Well," she said, wrinkling her nose, "It seemed like a long time to me." She whipped her head back towards Roman, her long ponytail smacking Asher in the face.We had to stifle our giggles as he glared at her. "So, it's been a while..." she trailed off, running a perfectly manicured finger down his chest.

"You said that," Roman replied, shifting uncomfortably.

"Well," she said, biting her lower lip as she tried to seduce him, "My parents will be gone tonight. Why don't you come over?" I ignored the raging anger I felt boiling up inside of me.

He's not even your's Abby.

Doesn't mean I can't be jealous.

"Sure, I'd love to," Tony interjected yet again.

She glared at him, her eyes narrowing into slits. "I was talking to –"

"Oh my gosh, is that Dave Franco?!" Anna squealed.

Tiffany gasped. "Where?!" She looked around frantically, almost like a lost puppy.

"I think he's leaving!" Anna screamed, pointing to a random direction. The rest of us were trying very hard not to laugh out loud.

"Oh my god! No!" Tiffany screeched. "I need his autograph!"

Without another word said to us, she scurried off. We all burst out laughing the moment she was far from hearing us.

"That was," Maggie laughed.

"Classic," Roman finished. "I owe you Anna."

"Don't worry about Romey," she teased. He glared at her playfully.

After fooling around for a couple of hours, we eventually dispersed. Roman offered to walk me home to which I happily accepted. We reached the front door of my house too soon.

"Do you mind if I come over?" he asked, running his fingers through his hair.

"Not at all." He smiled. I could have sworn he leaned forward towards me.

We stepped inside the house and was immediately met with the scent of freshly baked cookies. "Come on." I instinctively grabbed his hand, eagerly leading him into the kitchen where I found my aunt and grandmother.

"Hey sweetie," Aunt Leah greeted. "Hi Roman."

"Hey Mrs. Sanders," Roman said. He turned to my grandmother. "My name's Roman. I'm a friend of Abigail's."

"Aren't you the delinquent Ben talked about?" she asked. Both my aunt and I gasped as Roman visibly froze.

"Mother!" Aunt Leah chided.

"This is exactly why I didn't want to live with you. You're a disrespectful, inconsiderate bitch," I spat at her, tugging Roman's arm. He followed me upstairs to my room. I shut the door and locked it, turning around to face him.

His jaw was set and his fists were clenched shut. He wouldn't meet my eyes but I could tell he was upset.

"I know you're not a delinquent Roman," I whispered, walking over to him. He sighed heavily, reaching to wrap his arms around me. His hugs calmed us both down. It was almost like a drug to me at this point. I craved it whenever I needed him around. The feeling of his arms wrapped around my body, the beating of his heart against our chests; it intoxicated me.

He was the drug and I was overdosing.

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